Chapter 59 "That is the King's horn," Draven said.We stood on the riverbank in the dark. All around us, hundreds of people were crouching in the reeds, shivering and holding each other. Maren was running up and down the line with blankets, scolding anyone who coughed. Thomas had gathered the children into a ring and was telling them a very silly story about a goose who wanted to be a soldier. The children were giggling quietly. It was the best sound in the world.But the horn did not stop. It came again, long and low, from the road beyond the trees. Then I heard the sound of horses, hundreds of hooves, drumming on the hard ground."How many riders?" I asked.Draven closed his eyes, listening. "Two hundred. Iron Guards. The best he has."My stomach sank. We had three hundred hostages, most of them women and children. We had one Marshal, two wounded men, an old woman, a girl with a bow and no arrows, a boy with a sore rib, and m
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