The two laughed for a while before they stopped teasing Mace. A man who dared to draw his sword on the battlefield and lead a charge was a qualified Warrior.
"Mace, let's split the spoils like this: I'll take sixty percent, Fass will take twenty, and you'll get twenty. How does that sound?"
"Of course. That's very reasonable. Your bravery and your elite troops were the key to victory."
Once the three of them agreed, their respective stewards went to tally the day's spoils together, preventing any future disputes over an uneven distribution.
The men's Attendants and officers were also taking stock of the soldiers and serfs who had died that day, as well as the wounded. The physicians and apothecaries traveling with the army were as busy as bees.
Thomas and his son could dress a soldier's wounds in just a minute or two. He was a well-trained physician, through and through.
