[ todd ] men burning- everywhere- the screaming- and the terrible smell of cooked meat- i gag in my throat- and the spackle 's riding right towards me- he 's standing on the back of a horned creacher , his feet and lower legs strapped into boot-type things on either side of the saddle , letting him stand there without needing to balance- and he 's got a burning torch in each hand and the u-shaped fire-making thing in front of him- and i see his noise- i see me in his noise- i see me and angharrad alone in the middle of an emptiness- her screaming and twisting with the broken arrow in her flank- me staring back at the spackle- me without a gun- and behind me is the weakest part of our line- and i see the spackle shooting the fire in his noise and taking out me and the men behind me- leaving the spackle an opening to come pouring into the city- their war won before it 's barely even started- i grab angharrad 's reins and try to move her but i can see the pain and fright shooting thru her noise as she keeps calling out boy colt !