"They are breaking and retreating, or doing a remarkably believable pantomime of such. Perhaps this was a feint, to see what kind of force we would devote to the defenses." Brunhilde looked back out over her shoulder as her horse flew the two back to the others for the next round of strategy.
"My lord, let a few of us scout them, riding light to follow their trails and see when something worse is coming. It would allow the sentries and others rest, there is little reason to exhaust all on the first day." Her meaning was clear, that the heavy weapons be held back unless there was serious need for them.