55. Water and WindAndor raced to the ramparts, Mharcus at his heels. He looked down at the stone stairway and the scrambling figures of men and women reaching desperately for the safety of the inner circle. The first few poured through the archway, forming ranks behind the Princess. Others rushed across the grounds to guard the entrance at the far side. At the base of the steps the Torelians were swarming, a tight press of bodies against bare stone, awaiting their chance to ascend. How many of their army had survived? Maybe two hundred? That would mean they had lost nearly a third. Andor could not be sure, but he sensed the losses were great and the enemy still greater.
More soldiers reached the inner circle, now climbing the ramparts to line the walls. Bows out, they sent a rain of arrow
