We’re dead. We’re dead, still breathing. Captain. Serlon. Ruggero’s blood runs in your veins. May God want him to come with his armies before the final attack. May his orders, together with yours lead us to victory. Those who have faith in God will have faith in your mission. Soldiers, prepare for battle. We have no choice but to wait. But if this expectation will lead us to daytime, and the light will still find us alive we will resist until the reinforcements arrive. Otherwise may our destiny be accomplished. Arisgot, my brother, no one will come to save us tonight. The infidels only have one goal, my head. If we have to die, we will while fighting for this land that Saint George and God have destined to us. Ruggero, before God, has destined this land to the Normans, and this night will be our grave. Beyond the Girgenti Valley down and further down. Ours is a great mission, Tancredi. It takes patience and perseverance. We need to contain those who believe to be free. The infidels do not put barriers to their fate We will build them for them down to the coast and from there, into the sea to drown them. I would recognise my lord in battle behind any armour Sir! Good news, your nephew has overcome the infidels Why so much trouble for good news? Or is there something else? Serlon and the remaining army have occupied an outpost near Cerami But a thousand Saracens are moving towards them leaving them without any means of escape.