I looked like one of them, heading for a breech and intent on defending it, just as they were. No one so much as gave me a glance apart from getting out of the way of my horse, which I used as a tool to push forward when things were pressed.
I looked around all the time, searching for a clue, and found it. A banner. There were several but this one was by far the largest and most impressive. A black bird, wings spread against a yellow background. The light was good enough that I could see colors. Good enough that even as I spotted the banner at a breach in the wall I also saw soldiers of the city pouring through the breach and pressing the enemy back. I glanced around, seeing this pattern repeated at every breach I could see. The dust settling, the enemy faltering, and our men pushing them back. I guessed that an hour would see the battle done, the war done, and my chance to settle with Kukran Epthel lost.
I turned slightly and headed for the big yellow banner. Surely Kukran was still with the warlord, and surely Tahal, if he was the Turned I took him for, would be with him, using my stone against our people. As if the gods had heard me I saw a great flash of light and a fireball expand in the midst of the breach where our men were thickest. Tahal or another, it didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was that it had to stop.
I rolled my hips forward and kicked the horse into a canter, careless of who was in the way and might get knocked down. It wasn't far but I wanted to be there now, not later.
As I closed on the banner a bonfire shielded the knot of men from view; I steered so that I could see past it and there they were. Kukran Epthel and a group of warriors grouped together on a small mound back from the fighting, suddenly close. Grimly, I made for them, picking out my companions from the group as I went. Tahal was there, and Sheo, Kerral, Hettar and Lentro. There was another figure in a black robe. Their backs were turned to me, but I knew them anyway. Their size, shape, the way they stood, told me who was there. Not just the Turned but others, a warrior I took to be the warlord and his band of bodyguards ranged ahead of him. In the black robe, the other Necromancer. They did not expect to be attacked from the rear. Ahead of them the defenders were being pushed back. A war mage must have reached the breach because a sudden concussion rent the center, taking down dozens of defenders and our brave lads pushed against the suddenly lessened resistance. A bonfire burned to one side of my target and I steered my mount to be shielded by it until the last moment. Then I was among them.