"...He wants us to abandon the main gates tonight, and let the Frankish army inside the city."
"To let the entire Frankish army enter our city?" Hakon broke the silence. "Are you insane? That is madness."
"I am not the one who wrote it, Hakon," Bjorn muttered, his eyes still glued to the parchment.
Torstein stepped forward, rubbing his beard. "Of course, everyone in this room understands the core idea. It is a classic pincer movement. The King wants us to open the gates, let them swarm inside thinking they have won, and then we trap them. We close the steel portcullises behind them, surround them on the inner walls, and slaughter them like pigs in a pen."
"Like a few doves presented with bait who flew in only to discover it was a trap and their freedom stolen..." Odo whispered quietly, pushing his round spectacles up his nose.
"Yes, boy, exactly like that." Hakon snapped angrily, "But it is still madness. Madness upon madness!"
