Sarah chuckles. "Great. Now if only I had money t'spend."
Sean sends messengers into the fray of the battle, trying to get them to send the rebel troops away from the fight.
Jacques, meanwhile, did much the same, sending one message time and time again among the orders to temporarily fall back.
La Mademoiselle sera ici demain.
The Mademoiselle will be here tomorrow.
The letter he had read had been sent a week ago from Reamworth, saying that the right hand of the Grand Commander herself would be leaving a day after the message had, and arriving much the same, to inspect their spoils here in Kenasa. However, in this current state, that was far from a promising prospect, and, Jacques feared, could mean his rank, if not his life.
Jacques silently taps his fingers against his thigh as he awaits the troops' fall back, hoping against hope that this plan would work.