All were suddenly silent and looked around embarrassed. Amateurs, thought Evertsen, overconfident amateurs. Thats no surprise but up there, on the hill evern Menno Coehoorn and Elan Trahe are cheering, even the grey-bearded general Braibant, all are yelling and jumping, patting each other on the backs like kids. Victory! Ours is the day! And whose should it be? The kingdoms of Aedirn and Lyria could barely muster up three thousand cavalry and ten thousand footman, and about a fifth was cut off from the battle during the first days, cut off in besieged outposts and fortresses. Part of the remaining army, the enemy had to reposition to the rear and guard their flanks, endangered by attacks of our light cavalry or the ambushes of Scoia’tael commandos. The remaining five or six thousand, in th
