[b][u]Lieutenant Karras[/u][/b]

Milos nodded as he received his new orders, feeling a slight sense of relief which he did not show. His men might not be fond of him, and some of his Cornets may indeed be too reckless for someone with no experience, but he was not comfortable with letting him die. However, had the captain ordered him to continue south, he would have carried out that order nonetheless.

"Very well." He said at once. Then he turned to his new command. Raising his voice just loud enough for all of them to hear, he spoke. "Dragoons, your comrades to the north are hard-pressed, while the enemy gathers in the south. It falls to us to relieve them so we can deal with this southern threat. Form up!"

Once the men had done so, he spoke his next command. "At the trot, advance!" And then they set off, two rows of six with Milos himself at the front.

[i]Enemies to the south, enemies to the north... what is the meaning of this?[/i] He found himself thinking. Either the enemy planned to strike the towns from both sides simultaneously, or one force was only meant to be a diversion while the other scouted for the main army. Or perhaps no attack was coming at all, and they just wanted to harass and harry them to make it harder to establish a foothold? 

He continued ruminating on it until they reached the western gate, and once they had exited the city itself, his mind went back into focus. The last thing he wanted was to distract himself and get caught off guard by a sudden ambush. Even though he knew such an event was unlikely - they were, after all, in an open field, and possessed double the numbers of a six-man patrol. Nevertheless, he ordered his men to keep an eye out.