and i wipe away the blood and open my eyes and it 's plain as anything that fighting is all that 's ever gon na happen in the world till we die and i see the mayor on morpeth and both he and his horse are bloodied and he 's fighting so hard i can actually hear his noise and it 's still cold as stone but it 's saying to the end , to the end- and he catches my eye- and i realize it really is the end- we 've lost- there 's too many of 'em- we 've lost- and i grab angharrad 's mane with both my hands and i hold it tight and i think viola- and then- the entire bottom section of the hill the spackle are coming down explodes in a roar of fire and dirt and flesh- rising up and over everything , pelting us with stones and soil and bits of spackle- and angharrad 's yelling and we 're both falling sideways to the ground and there 's men and spackle screaming all round us and running this way and that way and my leg is pinned under angharrad who 's trying to work her way back up to standing but i see the mayor ride past- and i can hear him laughing- `` what the hell was that ? ''