William had burst into the clearing just a few moments behind the King. Seven Hells! He thought, and he didn't even believe in that religion. The Old Gods were not smiling on them today. He reached for his own sword instinctively in time to here the twang of arrows being loosed.
"Your grace, we appear to have fallen into their trap," William said softly. Where had the rest of Selester's men gone anyway? Hopefully, riding around to flank the outlaws.