“Lord Cauthon!” Tinna shouted nearby. She leveled a bloody spear from horseback, pointing to the south. Light shone distantly, toward the River Erinin. Mat wiped his brow. Was that … Gateways in the sky. Dozens of them, and through them poured to’raken in flight, carrying lanterns. A fiery flight of arrows launched at the Trollocs in the corridor; the to’raken, carrying archers, flew in formation over the ford and the corridor beyond.
