Closer still, and he could finally make out human figures. There were men standing atop the wall… But Oliver's heart sank as he found them to be far too many. Besides, he didn't recognize colours. It wasn't the red of Patrick men.
It seemed more a military encampment, the closer he came. His mind rushed with wild possibilities. If the High King and his Yarmdon had indeed captured Solgrim, that was exactly what he would do. He would put his men inside, and see it held, claiming that they got there too late.
Perhaps that was why he didn't see any Pendragon flags? They had come there too late as well, and they had been met with the High King's soldiers, rather than the expected Yarmdon troops, and they had been forced to turn away? They wouldn't have known better.
