“Jayhan!” chorused Jon and Sasha, staring at him in astonishment. This was followed by a garble of questions that Jayhan couldn’t make out; his mind was so taken up by the sight of his stricken father that he barely registered them.
“What’s wrong with Dad?” asked Jayhan in alarm.
“Hit in the head,” replied Jon briefly. “A shaman looked at him. I think he’ll be all right.” He waved his hand. “Worry about him later. Maud’s just told us there are five people about to attack us.”
Still lying on the prone archer, Jayhan lifted his torso up on his arms, his elbows digging into the back of the man below him, who still hadn’t moved. “Seven actually. Eight to start with, all with swords and knives, two of them archers. One’s bow is broken, the other one…” he pointed downwards. “Don’t know what h
