The air before dawn still carried the chill of the night, yet colder than the dawn itself were the Campbell people's bodies lying ever more stiff on both sides of the city wall.
On the slope to the west of Glanston Castle, the ragged earthen mounds looked like a tablecloth blackened by gunpowder and iron splinters, with no trace of field ridges left to be seen.
One smoothbore cannon after another was neatly arrayed like the tea set on a Prince's table, the space between the gun positions filled with the scent of damp soil and gun smoke.
In that cold, humid silence, Sir Wesley, reeking of earth, was standing with the artillery unit he favored most.
This was, besides the "Oblique Tactics," another masterpiece he had offered to Duke Edward—"Concentrated Superior Firepower."
