“Reynar handed me his sword, bade me take care of it and ran onto the bridge. He was sprinting for the fire-thrower, though he must have known he would never have made it. They turned it on.” Gray stopped again and took a spoonful of hoosh. He looked up at Roper and gave a depleted smile. “On that bridge, Reynar was finished. There was so much fire that afterwards we saw no trace of his body. Just empty armour and an upturned helmet. All I remember is him running head on into that jet of flame, raising a hand as though to shield himself from its heat.
