17 FlightAs the Arab pressed the white stallion forward, his knees tight to the creature’s flanks, an arrow whistled across the darkening glade.
Aba Garim gave a high cry and pitched forward from the saddle, the bloody head of Mathog rolling with him across the grass.
Then all was chaos and shouting.
Gemellus ran forward to raise the Arab, but saw that he was unable to aid the man, for the shaft had been truly sent.
He turned to see Duatha and Dagda standing amid a throng of angry tribesmen, fending off their blows as best they could.
Bran raced away to where his sister had been placed for safety.
Suddenly men were clustering about Gemellus, men with knives and short-swords. He swayed and kicked and punched at them. Once he picked up a cooking-pot and struck down a tall savage who wi
