Beside Danton, a melee broke out as Harkell tried to rush to the prince’s aid. A succession of determined woodfolk were hit or kicked as Harkell tried desperately to break away from them. Finally, someone grabbed his arms and another bound his hands behind him. Then they shoved him to the ground and Rainstorm sat on him so that they could watch the rest of the spectacle in peace.
By now, the combatants were both looking the worse for wear. They were breathing hard and both of them had cuts and grazes that were smearing blood all over them. They rolled their way across the clearing as one after the other gained the ascendancy. Suddenly, the impetus of a lunge by Tarkyn threw them both over a ledge and into the air. With a resounding splash, they found themselves in the stream. The searing
