"Your Grace," the Lord of Last Hearth's voice was grim, and his face filled with an odd yet peaceful acceptance. "Wull is organising the defence of our Southern flank. We have yet to build a palisade there. Mallister commands the northern wall, and Lord Commander Tollett and Maege the western side. It was an honour knowing you, and I am glad His Grace chose you for his Queen. If the battle cannot be won, you must flee south!"