Mahmoud rode his horse up to Philippe's side. It was dawn by then, and the smoke from the city went up like that of a furnace.
"The city has been taken, my lord."
"The governor and his family?"
"The remaining people, including the governor and his family have all sought refuge in the halls of Osgiliath." Mahmoud replied.
Philippe was silent for a while. He picked up the reins of his horse. "Let's go."
*****
Bren looked at the torch he held in his hand. It flickered rapidly as a gentle breeze blew past. He could feel fresh air coming along with the wind.
This meant that they were nearing an exit. There were about ten of them holding torches amongst the crowd of people in the tunnel. He could see two torches making their way towards him far behind, from all the way in front.
