You lay plans with the Duke, hoping to goad the Sea Raider horde into an attack on your position on the day when the Ducal forces will be crossing the river. Most of the infantry will march forward the night before, making camp as if to do battle on the next day. However, early in the morning, you plan on faking a rout, as if your men balked at attacking such a superior force. The hope is that this will draw the unsophisticated mass into a headlong charge back to your position, where they will run themselves into your pits.
Given your success against the Sea Raiders, the Duke appoints you to command the large force that will go forward, roughly 2,000 men in total. You are honored by the appointment, and soon find yourself overseeing the construction of the false camp in view of the Capital. As you can see it in the evening light, the Horde, as your men described it, seems ragtag and poorly organized, sitting in a rough semi-circle around Fallsburg. The Capital is battered, but the King's banner still flies above it. Across the river, you can make out torches from the Ducal host, flickering in the distance.
The camp is set, and you put yourself down to an uneasy rest, which is broken by the rustling of your tent flaps at some ungodly hour in the night. Fin rushes in, an unsettled look on his face. "The Horde is moving, my Count. They seem to have spooked, and are trying to steal a march west on us."
Your mind reels through the implications. The siege is broken, it seems. Your stomach drops, though, and you yell for a map, which a page brings to you quickly. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you spread it out, and your suspicion is confirmed there on the page before you. If this Horde escapes to the west, they would have an opportunity to beat any potential blocking force to a ford in the river a few days march from Curbiston, and have an unimpeded chance to strike at your lands. Yet the bulk of the loyal forces are not set to join the battle until the morrow. Do you let them slink away, saving the Capital, but potentially endangering your own lands? Or do you strike out now, hoping to hold out until reinforcements hopefully come to your rescue against a vastly superior force?