The story of the knight blessed by God and the princess seemed to have vanished far into the distance, though.
Aachen seemed to be pleading with his eyes for me to please take away the girl in white, who was floundering, lost in her own world. Either way, I was relieved that she seemed to be doing well.
The prisoners captured in the Battle of Feuzen numbered 167. Of these, 22 were knights and 1 was a lord, and they were locked up in the manor dungeon. The rest were held under guard in a separately built camp.
They'd been disarmed, but since the prisoners were so numerous, I'd assigned most of the Gale Knights to watch over them. Honestly, I couldn't trust the cavalry lot, so I'd even mobilized the reserve unit that had been at headquarters.
Hans, as captain of the guard, kept the high-value prisoners at the manor under ironclad watch. The standing army and levies stood guard tightly with their firearms, and the weapons seemed to have settled in naturally by now.
