Eric had anticipated Odo would try to obstruct him, so he had inflated the numbers in his request.
Fifty Knights and one hundred Crossbowmen, plus the fifty Knights led by Belem, the latrine-fixer—that number would be just about enough.
But Eric didn't care how many Knights and soldiers he could command. Leading a massive army was meaningless if it couldn't achieve victory, and Eric derived no pleasure from meaningless endeavors.
What he cared about now was something else.
During the day's assault on London City, Conqueror William had never shown himself. Instead, it was Rufus who had been shouting at the front lines.
No matter how much Conqueror William favored that son, having grown increasingly arrogant since taking the throne of England, he would never conceal himself like this.
