Chapter 42

The war horns blared, nearly drowned out by the battle cries of thousands and mixed with the thundering hooves of our destriers, but it was nothing compared to the crash of our impact into the shield wall. A chorus of screams joined the clash and clamor as we broke through, thankful that the enemy did not have time to array their pikemen, or we would have suffered more casualties.

This was not the random unorganized charge Lancelot preferred and thought he led. Instead, Arthur had prearranged an attack strategy and asked us, Lancelot’s closest friends, not to talk about the plan around him or his mate. Bedivere was a sensible knight and knew discretion where Lancelot knew none. However, Arthur feared that Bedivere might inadvertently leak the plan to his closest confidant with the two knights being so close.