was right. An hour later the garrison commander woke up to horns, someone pounding on his door.
"Are they attacking?"
"The bridge is burning."
From the ramparts he could see the whole scene. The middle section of the bridge was a mass of flames. Men were running out the gate, shields up, buckets instead of swords. One of them was down. An arrow struck the rampart.
"That wasn't from the ridge; they've come downhill in the dark."
"Damn little we can do about it." He yelled down. "Gate is in range of their archers. Shields up when you come out."
He turned to the officer next to him.
"Time to rewrite my dispatches. We're going to need a lot more planks."
"Damn."
Kyro turned in the saddle to look at his commander. The bridge, its center a scorched ruin, was not what they had been hoping to see over