Night is still. Not a quiet, easy still, but an anxious one. No one sleeps. We are all tense in preparation. We can hear the soldiers. They're coming. All we can do is wait, and fight. We are thirty against three hundred. Our only hope is hope itself. All you have to do is examine the facts and you see we lose. They have three hundred (at least) trained soldiers. Proper, first-class weapons. Expensive armor. Hunger. Military efficiency. We have thirty kids, a carpet of wood, a pile of logs, and a valley. They win. That's that. It's not fair, it's not justice, but it's life.