"Ser Brosuine. Most well done. Your orders are to gather every cavalryman and horse and gather then on the right flank, but obscured behind the main lines. That even includes my own knights, hell, you can even have mine own steed. Go now, and make us a show of valor that will be remembered in song!"
"Ser Hadrien, you have the left. Gather what pikes you can and make a strong block of it on the wing. Then place the irregulars as flank security. The left will NOT break again, is that clear? One step back and you need not return. For each pace forward and you will have a purse of gold - to keep or distribute among the men as you see fit. Understood? Now go."
"Lord Enlien you have the right. That will be where the battle is decided. Take what men of Diemed you can find and make as strong a line as you can, but remember that you will need depth as well as length. Also, you will personally see to it that my daughter, the Duchess of Taeghas, Lady Aubrae Avan, Heir to Avanil, does not come to harm. She will go with you to the right and prepare to use the magic of the land against those that seek to harm it. Questions?"
"I will take the men of Ghieste and Roesone, and some of my own, and hold the center. Hold it mind you; decision will be up to the right - the magic of Lady Aubrae, the might of our horse, and your own valor...that should be enough. We will roll up their flank and crush them against the Caer, even as the coward Baron sallies forth."
"That is the plan anyway. Now only the will of the gods and the courage of men can decide this."