The Prince felt very blind from where he was, and he couldn't say he liked it. Being able to hear what was going on but not observe and make decisions really sucked. He was waiting patiently with General Weller in a line of impatient soldiers, watching Trabian men tumble from the walls now and then, shooting out at an enemy they could not see.
The Prince tried not to look for Riku.
A soldier approached and bowed quickly. "Your Majesty. The archers from the shore and the ambush soldiers have returned at one quarter their number through the back passage. Ten men were left at the entrance for caution though they were quite certain they were not followed."
The Prince nodded. "Place the archers behind our soldiers here on the ground and mix the remaining soldiers into our ranks." Though he would like to give those brave souls rest and tell them their part was over, he needed every man.
A Trabian soldier came up and bowed. "Your Majesty. General Rotharr wishes to report that the Galbadians are firing on our archers, but thus far have not shown movement of breaching the stronghold by door or by wall." They didn't roll up any siege towers, pull out any ladders, or start busting out ropes and grappling hooks, or show any kind of battering ram. It was likely any of these things could crop up soon, though. They must have some kind of plan for getting in.