Lyons turned and sees the young man, "Ah, Good Morning Lord Dustin. Please eat and I sent your clothes to be washed and take the clothes fold in the chair to your left. They should fit you. We will shop once we are in Wildwood. Do you think you can manage riding a horse with that splint? You may ride in the wagon with the wounded if you like. I expect you to share my tent. You belong to my house and will be treated as family not as a retainer. You will keep your father's banner and tabbard for attending court. In town you will wear my coat of arms around your neck. I will have the goldsmith make you one. You are in morning and may comply to your customs. You need anything let me know. I am sorry to make you leave without burring your family. The priests will see they are given the rites to cross over. As soon as the winter passes I will bring you back. I promise." The elder lord hands off the last of his effects to his officers that are packing a wagon. Lyons checks for anything he might have missed.<br/><br/>A knight of 18-19 years ride up on a steed much likes his father. He dismounts and removes his helm and and salutes. "Father, the men are ready. The camp is secure and await your inspection."<br/><br/>Lyons returns the salute and nods approvingly. His mind is occupied and he looks to the younger lad. "Lord Destin, my son, Lord Jonathan. Johh see the lad is dressed and given warm covering. We must ride hard or we will not be able to cross the pass. We dare not disappoint Katherine and Miss Ann."