CHAPTER 2.6

*******************************NORTH ANGUS***********************************

On the west side of the battlefield, the refugees had managed to squeeze themselves out of the line of fire. The army had surrounded their escape to make sure no foreign hostile could reach them.

“State guards! Go help him!”

Thomas shouted the order to Robert and his comrades. They were hesitant for a moment, unsure of the perception of their eyes. The last time they checked their king was dead, completely dead. But after five years there he was, running towards them.

“What are you waiting for! They are closing in on him, get to him before they do!”

Reene was the first to advance, thumping Valmon on his shoulder and jolting his senses back into action. Robert, on the other hand, needed no wake-up call, as soon as he saw Reene take off he was hot on his trail. Salron the cowardice was the last to advance.

Tyndale's army was closing in on them, fast. They noticed the small group breaking up from the larger for