The battlefield was somewhat cleaned up and the cavalrymen were laughing happily over spoils and loot, but there was still no word on how the main force's battle had gone. Michael seemed to trust my father-in-law's abilities but was slowly getting anxious.
"Brother-in-law, should we send cavalry to check?"
"I sent Anton, so if something happens he'll come report."
"Our duchy army is elite among elite, but the county forces are totally unreliable."
"However unreliable, they're still border troops, so they'll play their part."
Through nearly 100 years of history, border forces had fought endlessly against Burgundian guerrillas, so they were capable troops in their own right. But Michael, who distrusted the regions, seemed to find even regional armies unreliable. His position was that the duchy army representing the center should stand above regional forces.
Anyway, I fed my subordinates well and let them rest.
