Two armies camped in a field, waiting for battle, and the King has slipped out for a private meeting.
On the approach of battle, the King has a premonition, and a few reminiscences.
The King is waiting in ambush at a ruined fort, but his mind is still on his premonition.
Rhyl has a few ideas to alter the path of fate that His Majesty is so determined on.
Wintering at Almeda, the king is in world of his own