Hours later, a rallying cry sounded outside the castle walls, and Tovin fought his way to the ramparts again. As he came to stand beside Berik, his old friend laughed and clapped him on the back. “He’s alive!”
For a heart-stopping moment, Tovin thought the knight meant Amery. “Who?”
Berik pointed to the west, where a mass of men astride foaming steeds rode from the forest at a full gallop. The sight of Pharrisian troops rejuvenated the castle guards, and a shout rose from the parapets. “He must’ve found Giles,” Berik yelled over the din. “Those yellow standards are his colors, and the orange belong to Lohden. His men are here, as well. The wily bastard, he’s still alive, can you f*****g believe it?”
Tovin forced a thin smile at his friend’s laughter. In a soft voice, he admitted, “We
