Beverly sat with her knights waiting for the signal. It was nerve-wracking, she heard the sound of battle and knew that men were dying, but everything depended on timing. The horses were all restless, somehow aware that they would be needed to spring into action on short notice. She looked around at the faces of her knights. The experienced ones were sitting calmly, waiting for the coming storm. The untested knights cast their eyes about nervously, not knowing what to expect. She knew many of them would not survive the day and wondered who these brave men were. Sir Heward brought her back from her thoughts with a tap on her arm.
“Is that the signal?” he asked.
She looked to the north to see an arrow streaking into the sky; a flaming arrow that trailed smoke as it climbed. “That’s it,” sh
