As Spring takes hold, the marching season begins

In Ireland, it is said, the Marching Season takes place in July. In Bohemia, apparently, it is May. Armies, many armies, marching all about.

First, a new face on the scene: a large field army from Austria proper, arriving at Bruenn, moves to Brod and then to Czaslau, making a rendezvous there with Browne, who has brought the remains of his army south from Pardubitz.

Not far away, Frederick has solidified his hold on Pilsen and then marched east to Orlitz and then to establish a siege of the fortress of Tabor.

In central Bohemia, another Austrian fragment, the ruins of Arenberg's army, moves to Prague to rejoin Prince Charles. Just to their north, Kongisegg takes the offensive, striking north through Zitytau to invest the fortress of Goerlitz. (The Austrian depot at Jungbunzlau is expended supplying this march.)

As if endowed with extrasensory perception, Prince Maurice draws back into Saxony, marching as if possessed through Pirna and Dresden, and reaching Bischofswerda with a slightly smaller army than he started with.

Moving at a more sedentary pace, Prince Henry and FM Schwerin rejoin their forces at Gitschina.

Prince Charles, the only general officer not to move this turn, glances slowly around him, blinking once or twice. Surely all this rushing about is proof that the world has gone mad.