Selester's head snapped up at the sound of the approaching cavalry. They were coming -- were those really Dayne riders? Were they serious? Were they stupid?
He hastily reached for the helm hanging on the horn of his saddle and clapped it on his head. The helm did nothing to hide the broad grin on his face. He wished he could've taken credit for planning this, for provoking it -- and instead the Warrior had gone and laid this in his lap. He heard the first arrow whiz past -- he knew he had to be a target for any two-bit knight who wanted a trophy and a ransom. Best to use that against them.
Without looking, he called out, "Baelor! See to your wife and the household!" Drawing his sword, he turned Smoke -- he was riding the big black today -- and kicked his spurs against the mare's side. He could draw some attention away, and maybe lure off a rider or three.
If he was very lucky, he might find Ryan Dayne himself. He was never fond of greatswords, but he might make an exception if he took that trophy...