19th March 1574 (early morning)
After rounding up every single man that didn't manage to escape in time and making sure the Peter was all nicely bound, some might go back to their own tasks, with the real mission finally accomplished, yet I decided against it.
Maybe it was my modern stupidity or just a silly attempt to recreate the rules of the society that I grew used to, I still decided to do the most obvious thing that any modern person would decide to do in my place.
Bury the dead.
In the current times, only the rich nobles could count on their commanders or servants to find their body after the battle was over, and even then, only if the battle was won. But I couldn't agree to such a thing! As soon as I made sure no further threats awaited behind the line of trees, I pushed my people to organise the camp once again, while forcing the healthy prisoners of mine to work alongside my own servants in digging shallow graves beside the road.
