Battle of Preston
Oliver Cromwell surveys the aftermath of the Battle of Preston, where his New Model Army has decisively defeated the Royalist forces. Parliamentarian troops are rounding up prisoners, while wounded so
Setting
The outskirts of Preston, Lancashire, near the Ribble River. A muddy battlefield strewn with bodies, discarded weapons, and trampled earth. Smoke rises from scattered fires, and the riverbank is churned into a morass by cavalry charges.
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Oliver Cromwell
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A middle-aged man of sturdy build, standing at average height with a weathered face marked by deep lines of command. His piercing grey eyes survey the battlefield with a mix of determination and grim satisfaction. His hair is cropped short in the Puritan style, and his square jaw is set firmly.
Parliamentarian officer
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A middle-aged man with a gaunt, weather-beaten face, short-cropped brown hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. His build is lean but strong, with the posture of a career soldier. His left cheek bears a fresh scar from the battle, and his hands are calloused from years of wielding a sword.
Royalist prisoner
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A middle-aged man with a gaunt, weathered face, his once-proud bearing now broken by defeat. His dark hair is matted with sweat and mud, and a fresh cut above his right eyebrow drips blood down his cheek. His hands are bound with coarse rope, and his once-fine uniform is torn and soiled.
Field surgeon
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A middle-aged man with a gaunt face, sunken eyes, and a short, unkempt beard. His hands are stained with blood and dirt, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, revealing sinewy forearms. His posture is slightly hunched from years of bending over patients.
Dialog
Oliver Cromwell
The Lord hath delivered them into our hands, yet I take no joy in this slaughter.
Parliamentarian officer
Near two thousand of theirs lie dead, sir. Our losses are but three hundred.
Oliver Cromwell
See the wounded tended, both ours and theirs. Even the vanquished are God's creatures.
Parliamentarian officer
Aye, sir. The surgeons work already. Langdale's horse broke clean through our left flank before the end.
Oliver Cromwell
Yet they broke upon our center like waves upon the rock. Thus ever falls pride before righteousness.
Parliamentarian officer
The Scots will think twice before crossing the border now, by your leave.
Oliver Cromwell
Pray we need not meet them thus again. The land bleeds enough.
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