Legends of Caspian: An Army

Lydia pulled the bandage hard. It firmly, and clearly painfully for Master Tage, wrapped around his arm.
"Ouch!" Tage growled.
"Sorry," Lydia said.
"I'll live through it," Master Tage growled. "This place is going to be full of fire when the rest of Gelon's fleet arrives. Back up the river!" HE stood and pulled several cords, twisted a knob carefully and the ship veered into the river. It raced up, casting foam.
"My band should be around here," Mark said. "They escaped up the river."
"Looked to me like they were all dead," Caspian said glancing up from where he was cleaning his sword.
"No, what you saw was the distraction force. None of them escaped," Mark said sadly, "They sacrificed themselves for their their brethren." Caspian stopped and looked back in horror. "
Brave souls," he said solemnly. No one said anything until they found a canoe drifting in the water. The robbers had lost their paddles. Soon they had picked up more, ten canoes, fifty robbers dressed in dark green jerkins. Maximilian peered out from a hatch underneath the ship.
"Took a sleep. Happen anything?"

Caspian peered at the tower.
The Tower of Death.
Surrounding him were the remains of Mark's band. Maximilian peered at the tower.
"Bigger army we need," he pointed out.
"Yes, but this is all we have," Caspian said drawing his swore with a rasping noise.
"Here's the plan. Me and Luke are going to sneak in using that side door Maximilian told us about. I'll give the signal, a torch on the south wall, once I find out where Kyle's room is, and then Mark will lead these... men," Caspian was still very unsure about working with thieves, "Through the side door."
"If we fail?"
"Then Kyle becomes lord."