While Count Euz and my father-in-law were busy drawing up battle plans, someone approached Michael and me as we stood around like spare parts. It was the heir, who'd been glued to Count Euz's side the whole time. Perhaps because his father wielded so much authority, he hadn't said a single word during the entire audience.
"Guess this is our first proper introduction. I'm Fried von Euznirk, heir to Euz."
"Wolfgang Ritter von Streit. Sorry it took so long to meet you properly."
"Your exploits had Father in high spirits for the first time in ages, so really, I should be thanking you."
He said he'd felt a surge of satisfaction when I reported burning down the supply base. Fighting Burgundy was always a grind. Whether it was a major war or just a border skirmish, the frontier lords always bore the brunt of Burgundy's seemingly endless resources.
Euz had clashed with Épinay more than anyone.
