Hart had his men cut it through the age-darkened oak. A pity, a door-less bedroom would be a bit of an inconvenience on his wedding night. But he didn’t he have the time—or inclination—to starve them out. If they were even still inside. Although there had been no reports, just yet, of swan dives from the gallery. He’d assigned a few men to keep watch, however, just in case. Nor was anyone taking a dip in the moat. All thousand men weren’t needed to subdue a garrison no larger than the average schoolroom, so half had been reassigned to to patrol the immediate area. They’d come out relatively unscathed, suffering a score or so of casualties of which six so far were fatalities. They were still counting, though. And Rudolph was still missing. Many were. On both sides. They wouldn’t know, for certain, what was what until at least the following morning. Until then, those who were accounted for, and able-bodied enough to do so, could only press forward.
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