"They come!" There was a flashing of spears high up the winding mountain path.

Down it was pouring an avalanche of men.

I caught the glint of helmets and corselets.

Those in the van were mounted, galloping two abreast upon sure-footed mountain ponies.

Their short swords, lifted high, flickered.
After the horsemen swarmed foot soldiers, a forest of shining points and dully gleaming pikes above them.