Bahorel whistles, low. "Are those fast battles, or is this a history, with everything sped up?"

He watches it a few moments in silence, before saying "Do you recognize the way they're fighting? The arrangement of troops and all, is it like you knew it?" It looks strange to Bahorel's eye, but then it would be in any case, given the years and countries between him and the traditions of English knighthood.