Arnim stabbed forward one final time, his opponent falling beneath his blade. He looked up to see the enemy unexpectedly withdrawing.
Aegryth came over to him. "You are unhurt?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," he said. "Just tired. What's happening?"
"They're pulling back to Dathen's standard. The fight is there, now."
"Where is that?" asked Arnim.
"Look to the north," said Aegryth, pointing. "You see that large standard with the wolf pelts?"
"Yes," he replied.
"That's him."
"Who's that fighting nearby?" he asked.
She peered into the distance, shielding her eyes from the sun. "It looks like Leofric's standard. He's ridden into the enemy lines."
"We must help," said Arnim. "Surely there is something we can do."
"I have an idea," she said. "Gather what men you can, while I begin to su
