Blande's cavalry unit gallops back to the camp, returning with heavy hearts and a sense of defeat. They moved slowly and quietly as it was difficult to see in a single-file line, each one following the captain ahead. As they rode back, the sound of their horses' hooves was muffled by the soft ground.
The night was pitch black, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the trees can be heard. The soldiers had to rely on their senses of hearing to navigate their way back to camp.
A few minutes after going through the darkness, they can see a faint glow coming from their camp in the distance. As they approached the camp, the flickering light of torches and the dim glow of lanterns become clearer. A sense of relief washes all the fatigue and weariness.
