Henry pointed his sword forward, his voice thundering across the square, "Forward! Let the enemy tremble before our swords!"
At Henry's command, the army began to move slowly, their strides powerful. The thudding of warhorses' hooves, the marching of soldiers' feet, and the clash of weapons made everyone feel the army's solemnity.
The townspeople watched the army depart, their hearts filled with reverence.
As the army receded into the distance, the residents of Westwood Laine Keep also began their day's labor.
The best they could do while the army was on campaign was to not cause trouble and to keep Westwood Laine Keep from grinding to a halt. The last thing anyone wanted was for Henry to return victorious only to find Westwood Laine at a standstill!
Henry and his generals were at the front of the column, their gazes fixed on the distance, filled with the conviction of certain victory. 'They were invincible. Their will was unbreakable!'
