[A] And so it begins [Battle thread -- Narnian and Telmarine Forces]

From where he sat on the green grass of the soon-to-be-battlefield, General Favino Glozelle exhaled silently, carefully. Every movement was practiced, graceful, as if he knew he were being watched. He did not dare to relax, knowing full well that the armor now tight around his chest would restrict him unkindly from doing so in the event that he happened to forget. His hands clenched and unclenched slowly, unconsciously around the worn leather reins that directed his mount, which for now jostled beneath him, as antsy and impatient as its rider. But the man was nervous, rather just anticipating the events which were to come. Glozelle had been waiting for this day for a long time, and he suspected that all of the people – and even creatures – in Telmar had as well.

He had been directed to bring his soldiers, and Drinian’s, here – supposedly in an effort to bring Drinian back safely. But most of the men gathered here, or at least the intelligent ones (sometimes it did not seem that there were many) knew that this was not the truth. Drinian was in just as much – nay, more – danger than anyone else here, because he was something of a target. Not that Miraz was doing much personally to ensure this, other than sitting back on his horse and watching while his subjects were urged forward, possibly into death. Glozelle did not feel much fear when he looked upon the Narnian camp, which was only slightly bigger than he had imagined it, though bigger nonetheless. No, he thought to himself with a determined look on his face, he did not feel any fear at all, for he feared nothing.

Only death. But, that would not come today; not to him. Only to the Narnians. And, if he was lucky – or if his plan worked – to another important Telmarine, one who was not him. One who was above him. But no one else knew of this plan, so if it did not work, no one ever needed to, or know that Glozelle had masterminded it. Yes, things looked good indeed for the Telmarine general. Things were going swimmingly. If Drinian’s men were suspicious of him, personally, they were wise enough to make no mention of it, for he would have caught them if they had with the aid of one of his many spies. Nothing, Glozelle was convinced, could go wrong today. And so nothing would.

Glozelle was not entirely sure of what Miraz wanted – was he ever? – but he did know that they were ordered to find Drinian, and, more importantly, crush the enemy. If only Miraz knew who “his” soldiers truly viewed as their enemy… But the Narnians would do, for now. They had served as something of an annoyance for the Telmarines for a long time anyway, and it was best that they were disposed of while they still had the chance. Glozelle did not intend to wait another few months for Miraz to make up his mind again. No – the time was now. “Men, soldiers, Telmarines!” he shouted, his normally quiet, somewhat rough voice carrying over the crowd as they suddenly went silent to hear their orders. “Today, Telmar will be victorious!” This was met with cheers, to his nod of approval. “March on to meet the enemy, men, and we shall destroy them!” With this command, he raised his lance in one hand and with the other turned his horse about to bring up the flank. It was time. They were truly on their way.