It was a rare morning, one Reynold gladly took, that he was the only one up early to exercise and keep his swordsmanship sharp. Not a one of his brothers greeted the dawn beside him, not that many of them remained to do so.

That was not worth thinking about. Lovely wives and far-flung lands weren't ever going to be something for him to consider. Reynold knew that. He knew...

Each rough movement, surely his leg was failing already, reminded him...

He would be alone, and he was already used to it!

He had his sword and the dawn...

(But...)