On top of the three hundred men that Count Torn already had defending his walls, the defending strength was raised all the way to six hundred, and Vol only had ten men atop the wall, trying to secure their place and their way forward.
"Gold mercenaries, Vol!" Harland shouted to him. "That was their trap – they'd already received reinforcements!"
Harland did Vol the favour of giving voice to the obvious. Or perhaps he did it not for Vol, but the other men around them, who were having trouble understanding what was going on.
"Damn it. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy…" Vol spat. It was the reason he'd known to be so angry at their defeat yesterday. There was no chance the enemy would allow them the same opportunity two days in a row. Naturally, they'd seen their defences improved since then, through the wills of the Magistrates of Farefax.
