I, Lord Fenris was at the head of the cavalry charging against the ennemies.

-Great, Baron! We went through their first line easily but since then we can't find their second line of battle. Do you think they did like Cesar in Afrika? Go for our headquarter behind our back?
-Fenris! I tell you again! They can't have! They would have had to do it under the ground. The Cardinal gave us tolerable weather so we would have seen them had they tried any such trick.
-They can't have sent only a first line!
-Look on the hill. The Cardinal is on the ground! Do you think he's wounded?
-Let's go! Signal the troop to wait an be ready.
Nearing the top of the hill, Fenris and Phil B. looked at each other.

-He's laughing! What's to laugh about?
-He'll tell us. Let's go see… and hear…
The Cardinal had just got upright, his red and gold cape dirty here and there.
-Congratulation Fenris.
-Thanks but where's their bloody second line? And the third for that matter?
The Cardinal chuckles.
-You've just overriden their first and second and third lines.
-What? It didn't even take half an hour!
-I know. They never knew what hit them.
-But… All this talk about the strong West?
-It does seems to be hot air… Let's go. Let the relief troops finish the mop up.
-Okay. I think I'll treat you to a T-bone for supper… A western beef T-bone dear Cardinal…