They found Gunther fairly easily. He was a broad-shouldered man in a battered brigandine, bald but for an impressive pair of sideburns and an equally impressive moustache. They found him supervising the loading of three wagons with supplies, watching the loiterers surrounding the operation with a hawk-like eye to make sure they didn't try to make off with anything they thought wouldn't be missed.

Gunther's manners were coarser than the three knights, but he greeted Adelbert more warmly once the scribe had introduced himself. "D'you know how to make good bandages?" he asked. "We're always low on bloody bandages."

Pausing to give instructions to a pair of soldiers loading one of the wagons, he turned back to Adelbert.

"I can put you and your friends on the books as camp followers as far as food and water are concerned. Shelter you'll have to see about yourselves. Some of the others in the train might be willing to share. If there's any hurt before we get to Caerfort, I'll see you paid for any doctoring needs doing." He spat on his hand and held it out for Adelbert to shake. "Fair?"