"How many?" " 100000 or 150 000, Your highness." Her heart feels like it's going to break. " All of them captured?" "Yes." " And the dragons?" " Captured, we think, my lady." With a deep sigh she lays her head in her hands. " What am I going to do."
"Whatever you deem correct for the country, my queen." Lysei doesn't answer for a moment and then looks up, face set. " Thomas.?" -" Yes my queen?" " Round up the remaining lords. Alitta." The girl nearly jumps out of her skin. " Go to the dressmaker and request them to make a dress and pair of breeches in green and burgundy."
"Stanley?" " Yes, your highness," To the blacksmit and ask him to make an armour. " Yes, my lady." " What are you going to do?" Thomas asks when he is back from his errands." We're going to save the king and his queens and send that army back to where they came from."
The hall is full of men screaming and arguing, many disbelieving voices going around. " My lords." Lysei says. " Please." " This a folly, your grace! Never can we attack an army of a hundred thousand men when all we have left is perhaps 30000 , 40 000 at the most-.."
"Do you suggest that we leave the king in the hands of the enemy, you coward?" Another roars. " Genlemen!" Lysei screams. " We are not going to attack the enemy." Some start to murmur. " How then?!" One says.
We are going to free the king, his queens and the army" - A member of the council snorts." That's even worse. " Lysei frowns." We have no choice."
It is late in the evening when Lysei goes to bed.