There are at least three of them. William's sure of that. There might be more. But he sees two men facing Hotspur, and he sees another man making for the horses, and that's the one he runs for. He slashes out at the man's back, and there's blood. The man whirls, falls. There's a blow to William's arm. He's already bringing his sword around. No--that man's gone, Percy has him. The first man--no--he's scrambling onto his feet--a general call to run, run--

--and oh. Ha. HA, he's suddenly facing Harry Percy, bloody sword to bloody sword, and all he can hear is his own heartbeat.