Murphy immediately got up and methodically saddled Red Leaf.
Just like always, his only job was to ensure the warhorse was ready at a moment's notice, waiting quietly for Arthur's arrival.
He wouldn't do anything more than what was required.
'This commotion will probably die down on its own, just like every other time,' Murphy thought.
A few other grooms, jolted awake nearby, were also preparing saddles while talking in low voices.
"I bet these Barbarians won't last the time it takes to burn through a short candle," said the taller, younger Duan. "That's about how long it was last time."
The middle-aged groom, Allen, shook his head. "This is a big one tonight. I say it'll last until the morning prayer bell. Two copper plates on it?"
"Done!" Duan readily agreed. "Same old rules—whoever's closer wins."
