In addition, small groups of Morlider were beginning to break ranks and attack the small cavalry contingent guarding the right flank of the phalanx.
These were not unexpected manoeuvres, but Isloman came to Hawklan’s side anxiously.
Hawklan raised a hand before he could speak. ‘Loman’s seen it,’ he said. ‘Look.’
As he pointed, part of the cavalry broke off from the destruction of the Morlider’s right wing, and began galloping to intercept the approaching archers and to relieve their companions protecting the phalanx’s right flank.
Without thinking, Hawklan drew off his mailed glove and wiped his brow. His fingers glistened with perspiration and he looked again at the two Cadwanwr. Andawyr seemed unchanged, sitting motionless on his horse, his arms still extended. His oval, battered fac
