mr hammar calls , thundering forward on his horse , heading right for the horned creacher- the men raise their rifles- `` i really would get back if i were you , '' the mayor calls to me- i pull a little on angharrad 's reins- but my eyes are still on the battle and the men running cross the clearing in front of me and the men behind 'em ready to do the same and more men behind them- and me and the mayor waiting at the back of the pack- `` aim ! ''