The Count turned around, leaned over and touched both hands against the carriage, not wanting anyone to see the indecision on his face. There was no doubt in my mind he would ask me what to do, so I mentally sketched out our options, what we had to do to assist the defenders now the battle was really developing. My assumptions about the Raiders intentions still seemed valid; this was more than a simple raid. I didn’t let the gathering silence grow long.
“I recommend we maintain a defensive posture, hidden in the woods above the bridge. We have enough men to hold out against any forging parties or a scouting force,” I announced.
“Our men said there are hundreds of them,” the junior officer muttered.
“Do you have an alternative strategy you’d like to propose,” I asked the escort commander, not concerned with his junior officer’s outburst.
“Perhaps the most obvious solution is to go back to the inn,” the Black Horse’s commander answered.
Count Vee turned around, and then yanked down his coat to straighten it. “The impact of prematurely leaving will destroy my mission.”
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Rushing out to the Raiders with a mixture of mules and warrior horses was a laughable idea. Also, our men had a limited amount of arrows for their short-bows too, so a few volleys of harassing fire weren’t going to impact the battle. I cast my eyes from the planted fields to the river bank. In fact, seeing the narrow strip of cleared but unploughed land that ran the length of the river bank caused me to laugh. “Our advantages are mobility, surprise and … deception,” I thought, with an idea in