Rafe drew his knife and gathered his legs under him. Then a horn blew out, long and loud. It startled Rafe because it came from almost directly above. He craned his neck, saw a small figure standing on a branch, a horn to its lips. Then something happened in the battle. The warriors at the far end of the giantsway—at least two hundred men, all mounted and clustered by the fallen tree—were tearing off their cloaks of black and gold and charging into their comrades. Men were screaming, horses rearing, hooves lashing, swords rising and falling.
Soo good!! Didn't even see it coming
