The town gates swung open to admit the warband even before the first blast of our horn reached the ears of the vigilant guards. This was a reassuring confirmation that Ealdorman Ricsige had control, at least of the entry. Otherwise, he had not made a move, prepared to wait for our arrival.
“Welcome, Cynn, my men are in position, out of sight and surrounding the hall. After your long journey, your men will be weary, so keep them in reserve, they may yet be called upon to save the day.”
No sooner were these words uttered than he signalled to a warrior, who raised a horn and blew three shrill blasts. At this call, armed men rushed to overpower the few guards at the entrance to the royal palace and the clash of arms could be heard from within. Alarm bells commenced their clamorous pealing so
