i just spur angharrad and she trusts me and leaps right off after 'em- i do n't want to be here- i do n't want to fight anyone- but if it keeps her safe- ( viola ) then i 'll bloody well fight- we ride past soldiers on foot still charging forward , and the battleground at the bottom of the hill is heaving with men and spackle and i keep on looking up the zigzag road which is still pouring down with more and more spackle soldiers and it feels like i 'm an ant riding into an anthill and you can hardly see the ground for writhing bodies- `` this way ! ''