"M`Lord the walls are ours!" One of his soldiers declared. "We killed many and they fled into the city, m`lord!" Captain obvious, Gawaren thought. Yet he smiled and answered "You did a great job. Give me some minutes, i have to think. Assemble the soldiers." The soldier bowed and left.
Gawaren was sitting in a empty guard house, drinking from a stolen wineskin. His only company was the corpse of some guard, lying to his feet in a pool of blood, his eyes staring at Gawaren.
"Hey, don`t look at me like this. It`s not my fault that your commanders were incompetent. Here, have some wine." He said to the dead man, tossing the wineskin to the ground. The corpse didn`t seem to be thirsty, though, and shunned the wine.
It wasn`t the only man, who would never taste a drop of wine again. Gawaren and his men had quenched the thirst of many a brave man today; With blood.
The trap worked well. The city garrison had attacked them at night, hoping to scare that little band of mercenaries away.. But the band wasn`t so little, for many were hidden, and in the darkness they coulnd`t see how the hidden soldiers left the tents and took them from behind and in the flank. They routed soon, and fled into the city.. Followed by Gawarens men. And now the walls were his.
He stood up and went outside.
"My brave men! They might have doubted our courage after they repelled our first attack, but now we showed them how brave we are. And now we hold the walls. God be good, we hold the bloody walls! Now they are trapped and frightened and weep like women while you stand here, tall and proud, doused in blood and glory. Now let us complete our work, brave men! Let`s take this city from the heathens and bring peace to the land and gold into our pockets.- Deus vult!" And his soldiers echoed "God wills it!"
Gawaren orders his men to continue to kill the the defenders. Everyone who throws down his sword will be spared. Any archers among my soldiers shall man the walls and kill any saracen soldier they see in the street.