Lorenzo looked at the sky again. The clouds were more threatening,
but there was no rain yet. He expected the duke to attack
at any minute. He listened for the brass trumpets that always
signaled the first assault. He could already see the banners
of the dukes elite corps of knights as they moved forward
through the waiting ranks of infantry. They formed a column
of steel, relentless and invincible; all Arrighi armor. He
felt an enormous surge of pride. And, for the first time,
he really understood why the house of Arrighi was, in his
fathers words, the sword and shield of their city.
He couldnt wait for the battle to begin.