As the king and Lord Tyrell's party neared the site of Lord Hightower's brush with the Brotherhood, a clash of metal rang through the air. A scream, the sounds of a fight, and the shrill cries of frightened horses.
One of the frightened beasts broke through the underbrush from the direction of the path, its flanks streaked with blood, and galloped away down the Kingsroad caught up in its own terror.