Even Gerard was only 16, he was thinking and acting like an adult. He ruled over his shire with an iron grip, unlike his father.

Fresh returned from pilgrimage in Calvados, he asked where his younger brother was, because Waldemar was nowhere to be found;the the people told him that he is curently in Paris, and it was most likely to return in two or three days.

He started to inspect the garrison. They were ill-trained. He was not upset; he knew he will done from this bunch of peasants seasoned warriors.

The family estate was the same as it was when he left; on the walls, the flags of the Saint-Omer family stood proudly.

After the inspections, Gerard wanted to see his brother more than ever. They needed to talk.