Paid Surveys Etc for the crowds
“Go!” Uryen hollered at the few remaining archers still mesmerized by the spectacle below. “Go and don’t stop! Keep your Paid Surveys Etc and the gods will preserve you!” The desperate cries of dying men, and the smell of blood and sweat and dust, rose like vapors from hell, gripping Taranis like a vise. He tore his eyes away and looked up toward the baggage carts. Most of the men had taken the horses and fled. Three or four were struggling at the field’s edge over a single, unclaimed mount. “What’s happening?” Taranis lamented. “We are fighting among ourselves and none other said he.
