De Beaumont—as keeper of the castle—and Pembroke—as an earl and the man of highest rank—had been measuring their cocks all morning, and frankly, neither had anything worth bragging about. Two of King Edward’s most important barons seemed more interested in the sound of their own voices than in planning this damned war. Posturing, positioning, vying for attention . . . that was all Edward’s commanders seemed interested in, and Alex was bloody tired of it. At least when he was with the Highland Guard they’d always had a common purpose, even if they didn’t always agree on how to get there. But these two were more worried about who would ride in what order and lead which part of the army than they were about tactics and strategy. After Alex’s suggestion to request a parley with Bruce to see if they might come to terms before marching was swiftly (and decisively) dismissed, he had been only half-listening anyway. Alex tried not to let the frustration get to him, but he was running out of time.
What do You think about The Ghost (Highland Guard 12)?
