The executioner picked up his large hammer. The first one in the line would be Jacob. Then Gelbron, and then Elwyn. The crowd around them cheered and taunted the prisoners, throwing rotten tomatoes and other vegetables at them. The shouts, the beating of the drum and his own heart, it all seemed to flow together in one, horrible death-song. Elwyn thought that if he had died in battle against the Prasdens, it would have been an alltogether different matter. He would have died for what he felt was right, with the blood of his enemy on his sword. But this, this... hanging... it seemed so pointless. To die with a rope around your neck, to end up hanging in the air for crows to eat you away... it seemed so...
At a signal, from the Duke, the executioner now began to raise his hammer, preparing to strike away the box Jacob stood on. And then suddenly, all the sounds of the surounding people seemed to disappear. The only thing Elwyn heard was the hissing sound of an arrow flying towards its target. And then, to the disbelief of both prisoners, citizens, guards and duke, the executioner sank to his knees with a startled sound coming out of his mouth, and the shaft of an arrow sticking out of his back. All sound emideately died away. Then, using the confusion created by the executioners sudden death, a person wearing a hooded cloak standing close to the platform drew his sword.
"Right me boys! Get em!", he shouted. The voice seemed strangely familiar to Elwyn. And about 30 persons imediately charged towards the execution platform, with the sunshine reflecting in their swords and axes.
The leader and three others quickly cut down the two surprised guards standing at the stairs to the gallows. They then ran up onto the platform, cutting more and more guards down. As the leader turned towards the prisoners and began cutting over the ropes they should have been hanged in, he looked at Ewlyn for a moment. And then he recognised the man.
"Get the horses over here!", the man then shouted, and 5 horses were dragged up to the platform. "Now, get out of here, my little scouts. Dont worry about us, well disappear before those clumsy Prasdens even know we where here", he shouted as the last rope was cut over.
Elwyn shaked his head. "By Janzarr, i cant say how happy i am to see you, Svlick". Elwyn said.
"Oh, enough of that. Just get out of here, and may Markh be with you". Svlick gave Elwyn a quick smile, and then turned away towards the fighting.
While the scouts rode away, Elwyn heard his friend shout something like "The twenteenth swallownest! Go!". Elwyn smiled to himself. The Wolfpack had always had an ability to find good hideouts, and even more important, to dissapear in moments, leaving no clue of where they went. Apparently, they had translated this to work in a town too.