Chapter 403: Chapter 403: The Black Canvas Tarp

The biting wind of the English Channel slowly faded as the first faint rays of dawn cracked over the eastern horizon.

Bjorn hadn't slept a single wink, his eyes burned from staring out into the misty southern fields for hours on end, waiting for the Frankish banners to appear.

All along the eastern and southern walls, the dockworkers and castle militia were finally resting.