Richard stood still near the back wall, ignoring the discussions happening around the map table.
Domnall the Scot, Eadberht, and Wulfhere were already planning the marching routes to bury Lothair's vanguard by the river.
But Richard's scholarly brain wasn't focused on the Frankish army anymore.
How does he know?
Richard crossed his arms over his ruined coat, his sharp eyes fixed on Ragnar's broad back.
He was an educated tactician.
A single man couldn't just wake up one morning and suddenly invent a steam boiler out of thin air. It defied all natural laws of progress.
Richard stared at the floor, thinking of every possibility.
It's possible, he reasoned silently, that Ragnar just found a blueprint.
