Men like that, on the second day, began to grow distant from their cause. Especially when they couldn't see the enemy straight up ahead, it was difficult to remind oneself as poignantly of exactly what they were intending to see done.
General Blackthorn, however, had not lost his edge. There was a man full of fire. Oliver felt a degree of gratitude in getting to ride at the front next to him. He felt like he better understood the man since their exchange yesterday. He was able to relax more around him, and General Blackthorn, it seemed, relaxed more around Oliver in turn. At least, if his increasingly blunt comments were anything to go by.
"Hate sitting at such a slow trot, hurts my arse," he muttered to himself.
Oliver had to hold back his grin. "True enough. I would prefer to be on foot, when we're going at this kind of speed."
