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so few to attack. Even if the Welsh knew Simon to be wise to their tactics and did not wish to denude their camp of many fighters, sending such a small band was stupid. It would have been better not to attempt a rescue at all.
Having seen the prisoners placed under guard, Simon set fresh sentries and ordered that the dead be gathered and laid out respectfully to await burial. When their own wounded had been treated, the leeches were to help those among the Welsh who would accept their ministration.
"Will they come again?" Beorn asked his master as Simon stood staring toward the woods he could not see.
"I think not, but I do not understand what they are about," Simon replied. "Tell the men they may sleep, but with their arms. And let the horses be kept together and well guarded."
"We will keep to our plan?" Beorn asked a little doubtfully.
Simon's jaw clenched briefly. This might be a trap, yet it was one he dared not avoid. "Yes. Before the dawn the enemy wounded must be bound hand and foot and lefteven those nigh to death. I am sorry for their pain, but I have no men to spare for guards."
"There will be many at the camp?"
"Yes." Simon's voice was grim. "I fear we will pay dearly for our dinners, but we must pay or starve. Gather the captains, Beorn. I have new battle plans to tell them."

 
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