Baron pointed to Roger, who looked so beautiful admired picture, the contrast from that height had the arid plains of northern Gascony with the green fields and picturesque hills of Navarre. Nor left to see here and there, on top of rocks or twisting of the road, small groups of knights and soldiers of King Charles, who watched in silence; view put in a bad mood the Baron, who spoke no Unless falling sword in hand on those soldiers neutral. The veteran missed the days when, as he said, never bought gold or treated the way through a foreign land, but is winning or about to launch it perished in demand. Archers finally arrived to a place in the mountains from which they could see on the distant horizon the towers of Pamplona, ​​where the White Guard stopped in compliance with the orders of the prince. The high mountains were covered with snow and archers settled as best they could in a neighboring village. Roger spent the rest of that day and part of next, to see the brilliant march to the expedition army assembled under the banners of the king of England. He soon join him Simon, who sat beside him on a high rock.

-Men, horses, weapons and trappings, this is great, Roger, and worthy of the attention you spend, said the veteran