"…" General Blackthorn grunted his agreement. He said no more than he needed to, lest he admit his own lack of understanding. In his mind, it was a waste of time. They were throwing away the extra time they had without Fitzer away, all to improve a few dents in the road. General Blackthorn's driver was quality enough that they didn't need to worry about such things – but then, he supposed, King Patrick and Verdant Idris could be excused for not knowing that such a man existed.
He left the Patrick men to their ponderings. There was a general air of excitement leaking from them. An enthusiasm from their King that was proving infectious. If Blackthorn did not know any better, he would have supposed that the Patrick King delighted in these pre-battle preparations.
