Chapter 50: The Smell of Battle

The smell death hung in the air. Lord Desmond swallowed, at the very sight of the upcoming battle. He moved to the left. His horse, like his rider, was nervous. The horse moved to the right. His face had a shade of pale. He stood up, looked at the battlefield. The terrain was useless for their strategy. They must think something new. What else could they do?

“What’s happening out there?” he asked in a panic tone.

“Nothing good,” Lady Tirdana turned towards him.

“Can’t we do something?”

“Yes, wait till the battle starts.”

“Great.”

“You aren’t alone.”

“Even that information, I count as something.”

“You are scared, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You have the courage to admit it,” her face changed. “I never could.”

“Only then, can a man truly be brave.”

”I guess, it’s true.”

“It matters not. Now, the battle only matters and victory, nothing else.”

“Are you sure about the last part?”