Warlords Race For Power While The Final Battle Looms! (Swords Versus Tanks Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
It was like that moment in a tournament when the hangers-on realise their champion is spent and try to distance themselves from his banner — without being caught in the act of desertion. But now Ranulph was over-gripping Steelcutter. He let the four-foot blade dip and swish around the fulcrum of his thumb and forefinger. The grip smacked back into place against his leather-covered palm and he relaxed. A ripple went through the stand as the nobles flinched. Now there was visible space between Clifford and his peers. The duke had only King Edward for company, and beyond him the unmoving Emperor and his own nobles. Ranulph’s eyes narrowed. It would be so easy to hack a path to the man who had slaughtered his family. A pity that Dacres didn’t break truces. Ranulph raised his visor, took a lungful of salty air, then dipped his head at the young monarch. The crowd on the dunes fell silent. "Sir Ranulph," said King Edward. "You wear fewer chains than when last you came before Us." "And more armour, Your Grace." Ranulph knelt on the wet sand and held out Steelcutter.
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