Randolph. Take your troops to Arianrhod and await
[cdb]further instruction from Hubert.
Leave it to me, Your Majesty!
Why is everyone so worked up? What happened?
Why is everyone so worked up? What happened?
It seems the troops we stationed in the Alliance are
[cdb]in danger—and serious danger, at that.
Gloucester and the other lords betrayed them,
[cdb]and now they have been completely cut off!
No!
No!
The word "betrayal" suggests they were on our side in
[cdb]the first place, but I think we can safely assume that
[cdb]was never their intent.
This whole time, they were simply waiting for us to
[cdb]move the rest of our army toward the Kingdom.
As soon as they saw an opportunity, they cut
[cdb]off routes to the Great Bridge of Myrddin and
Garreg Mach.
Now that our troops are trapped on Alliance lands,
House Riegan and House Gloucester have them
[cdb]surrounded on both sides.
It's doubtless one of Claude's clever little stratagems,
[cdb]and it stings.
I don't understand. Everyone is aware of the troubled
[cdb]history between Riegan and Gloucester. Why would
[cdb]they decide to bury the hatchet now?
Unless this supposed feud is little more than a web
Claude has spun for this exact moment.
Perhaps it is. But perhaps not.
For all we know, he wants us to overthink the
[cdb]situation and make a greater mistake.
Write it off as a coincidence.
Advise caution.
I think you're giving Claude too much credit.
I think you're giving Claude too much credit.
Count Gloucester probably just saw an opportunity
[cdb]and couldn't help himself.
Count Gloucester probably just saw an opportunity
[cdb]and couldn't help himself.
We'd better stay on our toes.
We'd better stay on our toes.
This all fell together too perfectly to be some kind of
[cdb]unhappy accident.
This all fell together too perfectly to be some kind of
[cdb]unhappy accident.
I suppose.
All I know is that our reinforcements will never
[cdb]make it there in time.
The direct route east risks running into both
Kingdom and Alliance forces...
But if we attempt to skirt around them, we will all
[cdb]be aged and gray before we ever reach Gloucester.
Which means our only option is marching south.
We'll regroup on this side of the Airmid River, retake
[cdb]the Great Bridge of Myrddin to cover our backs,
[cdb]and then cut through the enemy cordon.
That doesn't sound a whole lot faster. Will our troops
[cdb]be able to hold out that long?
That doesn't sound a whole lot faster. Will our troops
[cdb]be able to hold out that long?
I would say no, but these are no ordinary soldiers.
They are commanded by our greatest warrior—
Count Leopold von Bergliez, the Minister of Military
Affairs and a man who has never lost even one battle.
If anyone can rally our troops and convince them
[cdb]to hold, it's him.