In the following morning, after handing over your letter to the courier, having sealed it with wax pressed upon by your signet ring, you return to your camp to meet with your officers. In the short day that you had spent writing your letter, a whole new camp was raised from the ground; but more than the village of tents that you had seen erected every single day upon the field, this one had purpose of length: wooden palisades sourced from some ways south, where you spotted a verdant forest, were raised along its border, such that a few men could patrol its edge for possible attacks. Dirt roads dug to more easily allow wagons to pass; small 'ranches' where horses and oxen could be kept when not grazing the fields of the valley.

It was impressive, the speed at which engineers and soldiers went through such a process - though perhaps not surprising: they must have done such things hundreds of times during their service.

Regardless of such, you make your way to the command tent, where Hugues, your second in command, and Provençal, your quartermaster, await you, already deep in conversation.

"How do things go?" you question, alerting them of your arrival.

"We have done as you asked, meu seynor. The camp has been all but set; our regiment is ready to aid in the siege efforts." begins Hugues.

"Good - then what are our orders? I had been told by Carles that they would be relayed to you."

"There are...none, sire, save for requesting usage of your artillery to continue battering the walls. Artillery Master Vettorio has already gone with his cannon to do so."

You can confirm that much; even from hear, you can hear the sounds of the cannnonade raining upon the city, and amidst them, the one that you had heard throughout your whole campaign.

"Is there no danger of counter-fire? Does the foe not possess cannons of their own?" you ask; if your army were to lose its guns, that would be very much bad for your goals.

"Nay," answers your sergeant-major. "From what I have been told, only the small Saker fieldguns brought by Don Octavi are outranged by the defenders; It would seem that they've none as far-ranged as a culverin.

"I understand, but...what doth you mean by no orders, Hugues? There is nothing or us to do?"

"Nothing we have been ordered to do, sire. The truth of sieges is that until there is a significant breakthrough in the defenses, all that can be done is wait. With that said, however...there are many matters that could be done in relation to the maintenance of our siege camp - we may send out troops to forage or scout, as we had done during our march, or perhaps instead to collect timber from the forests south to improve our fortifications or if just to use as firewood."