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Chapter Twenty-Five
The commanders at Grosmount were no more intelligent about patrols after they camped than on the march. Some men did ride around, but they went no farther than the banks of the Dore two miles away. Not a quarter of a mile west of the bank, most of Prince Llewelyn's army had slept away the hours between dinnertime and dusk. By then sufficient places had been found in the river that could be used as fords with a line slung from bank to bank to prevent men from being swept away and drowned.
A few advance posts had also been set up by the mercenary captains, but these were on the road. It was quite fixed in the minds of continental mercenaries that armies carried huge siege trains and supply wagons and, therefore, traveled on roads. By dusk the advance posts were gone and the strangled bodies quietly removed. Before it was completely dark, Prince Llewelyn's army was across both road and river and advancing quietly on the main camp behind a fan of

 
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