Emerson Berengar and Nicholas evaluated Lord Rainport’s position. He had a large number of minions and men at arms north of the palace and he was joined by his son who had decided to leave the western wall. They were not in a tight formation, but they had been successful in weakening the outer perimeter so morale was high for them.
A man on horseback rode his mount to the Warriors of Northwich. This was an all encompassing name for those who had joined the cause to break the siege of La Longi.
His armor was dark and he was frightfully large.
Heads of men from former conquests hung from his saddle.
He shouted, “Commander Nicholas, lay down your arms and surrender!”
Nicholas was resolute. “Say nothing, men. Look straight ahead.”
Emerson Berengar could feel the anxiety of his men. It was a natural reaction. How they trained would determine if they would get through this alive.
Baldwin Mailer, a redheaded prankster among the 16 who served as Brother’s scribe, would have none of it.
“No, Nicholas, we boo that man!”
In a loud voice, Baldwin shouted, “Booo!”
Nicholas glared at Baldwin and he was silent.
Then he smiled. He gave an order.
“Warriors of Northwich, Boo that Man!”
In unison, they shouted, “Boo!”
Excitement filled the air. The mounted man cursed and rode back to Rainport’s ranks.
Nicholas, the best tactician among them, gave direction.
“On my command, the 16, led by Emerson Berengar, will march in lockstep to the center of the enemy and engage.
“Turlough will lead the O’Hagans and the men of Veigmanshire. They will widen the wedge and protect the immediate flank of the 16.
“Ahusaka will circle their formation and hit their flank.”
Discipline to keep ranks and violence in action would determine the battle.
“Men of Northwich! March!”