Rolling over in agony, the injured man looked up at the waiting archer.
Their eyes met. Then, without lowering his bow, the archer shouted, ‘Take him away.’
There was a hurried discussion among the waiting Bethlarii, then two of them scuffled forward, still crouching behind their shields, and dragged their companion away.
Below, the Bethlarii column moved relentlessly on and the Serens retreated before it.
Interest in the lethal archer flagged gradually, as the gravity of events below eventually drew the Bethlarii away, albeit reluctantly. They left him with menacing gestures and grim promises that they would return.
When they had gone, the archer remained where he was for a little while, and then slung his bow over his shoulder, turned round, and began scaling the rock-face.
The Ser
