unrolled

above the riders between.
The captains came forward, and all shook hands with the Duke and each other. The Duke gestured to the standard bearers, and they unrolled the banners: his own maroon and white, with the crest of Tsaia and the fox mask; Clart Company's white horse on rose, under a spear; Vladi's black and silver, a mailed fist over the eastern rune for ice. The Duke beckoned to Paks, and she moved her horse near him.
"When we break cover," he said, "shift left at once, and let the Clarts through. Then drop back to Dorrin's cohort."
"Yes, sir." Paks found it hard to speak; nii