The Irish and Picts continued to plunder the riches of the Romano British lands - as much as goats and amphora of wine that tasted like vinegar represented riches. The Irish set off to plunder Cornwall but the Comte was ready with his elite cavalry forces to stem the tide - well he half stemmed it. The raiders set about looting a small village that was partially garrisoned by some poorly trained pedyts. As the Irish hesitated at a wild charge the Comte struck with his sharpshooter cavalry dealing significant casualties to the nearest warband whilst his elite light cavalry set about clearing the flanks of Irish skirmishers. The Irish for their part found warband weren't perhaps the best for capturing loot as no sooner had they taken it than they were charging the next enemy.
By the end of the day the raiders had made off with two of the four raiding tokens but once again the Comte was showing his leadership credentials by winning two combats and effective shooting. By the end of the day his troops were referring to him as the Imperator Del Monte.
For his part Maricius' forces endured a torrid day in the woods of Somerset as they tried but failed to halt a Pict convoy full of loot making its way to the coast for its trip back to Pictland.
It can only be a matter of time before all the Britons start to look to the Imperator Del Monte as their saviour and rebel against the ineffectual Mauricius.