"I'm glad you made it back safely. I heard about your exploits in the north."
"Where did you hear that? I haven't even reported yet."
"Haha, a courteous letter from Count Épinay was delivered to Count Euz."
According to Count Euz, who'd seen the letter, it proposed abandoning cowardly ambushes in favor of a proper pitched battle between nobles the next day. Even though his raiding parties had been smashed by our guerrilla forces and his reputation had taken a major hit, the count had supposedly gritted his teeth and sent a courteous letter befitting a self-proclaimed great nation's noble, which was very satisfying.
But word about the supply bases burning and the loss of his prized Hungarian horse apparently hadn't reached him yet. Probably a timing issue. I, a mere duchy knight, had completely crushed the enemy commander-in-chief's (the count's) reputation. Even I thought I'd done something absolutely outrageous.
Michael marveled at the horses in the temporary ranch.
