#14- Anger
Peter peered at the map in the dim light, his fingers running over unfamiliar names. "This plain to the north…"
"Beruna, Sire," Oreius supplied. "Yes; as good a place as any, and better than most, for battle."
"If we hold the high ground, we'll have the advantage."
"Of position, at least," Edmund muttered, staring not at the map but to the north, to the battlefield.
Peter nodded. "Oreius?"
"It is a good plan, King Peter. And it will be a fine day."
Oreius loosed a grim smile that barely masked his anger and eager anticipation for what was to come.
