Oron kneed his mount and followed Amrik as the general called Sidoum to him.
The blaring horns and beating drums drowned out the clatter of the last fighting blades and sobbing men. The army heaved back from the walls of Armesk. A final siege tower, tall in its flames, collapsed far away on the plain where it had been drawn. The last man fell from the walls waving his arms, grabbing at the air.
Genser came down and stared at the faces of his warriors. “It is done,” he muttered. He let his sword scrape along the stained stone of the street as he went out to meet his conqueror.
Lord Kirrek came up to him with tears in his eyes. They walked to the shattered Tazul gate, soldiers parting the way for them.
Now the survivors of the siege ran back to their families to sword them all out of mer
