The King sat in his chair and thought for a while.. He then stood up and said:
King: Count Malpurgo Belladona
Count: Yes your majesty ?
King: Count, you will take control of the army in the field, you are now the Field Marshal, you will relieve Stricknein of his command. Bring the army back.
Count: Yes sire ...
Get them home !
King Francis spent a fretful evening worrying about the army; unable to sleep he donned his favourite suit of medieval armour and wandered the royal apartments ...