Picking your way carefully, working up a bit of a sweat, but managing to keep your head. Once or twice, one of the northmen curses as they trip, but a glare from you silences them.
You make it to the edge of the wooded area, knee-deep in a slow-moving stream, and catch your first glimpse of the enemy.
They are clearly arrayed for battle, slightly below the line of a hill. Their plan, likely, is to advance and catch Sir Cedwyn's forces unprepared, forcing them to scramble to form ranks. The enemy is not numerous - about a hundred soldiers, but they all appear to be fairly well kitted. The Irish knifers in your ranks won't stand much against these troops, but even discounting them, Sir Cedwyn has a small advantage in numbers.
Sir Geoffrey counts half a dozen banners in the opposing force - Frankish, as a best guess, though he does not recognize any of them.
The numbers reported by the Northmen appear to have been greatly exaggerated.
[OOC: Unless my math and memory are way off, you guys have about 250 troops, with about a third of that being knifers. The enemy numbers about a hundred, and perhaps six knights.]