Chapter Sixty Two – HOLD THE LINES
King Xavier IV’s Point of view
I sit upon Jet my black horse, the light crown upon my head under a metal helmet, my body covered with chainmail armour, my royal coat of arms upon my chest. It is dawn, the light from the sun rising, shadows dance across the fields, as a thick haze covers the ground. The field we sit upon is highest point, working to our advantage. Soon in the distance the drums of war sound, growing louder as Casper and his men approach our lands.
A spotter sits with the large Oaktree, a long looking glass at his eye. A long row of soldiers crouches down behind a barrier of metal shields, another row stands behind the shield upright covering their heads. Beyond that are ten rows of our archers, tar lacing their arrows, and a sma
