"The Oprezki are willing to grant an amnesty to your women and children" Said the man on horse bearing a white flag, speaking in the language of old hispanol. Raoul spoke, Isabella at his side. "What do you want in exchange?" "The horses you stole from us." Said the flag bearer. "It is only for them that we have come this way." he lied. Talon, Gabriel and Grim watched from behind one of the machineguns at the gate as one of the DeSilvas translated. Tyler also watched, but needed no translations. Behind them most of the courtyard had been cleared and people were now digging sheltered foxholes. Dreg had disappeared down the tunnel. "What if we don't know where the horses are?" Replied Raoul. "Then there is no deal." Isabella spoke now. "And the men?" "No, they are not part of the deal. But the women and children are innocent. They can live." Said the flag bearer. "How long do we have to decide?" She asked. "Sunset. I will return." Said the flag bearer, who promptly turned away. Tyler looked up at the dieing sun, closing on the western horizon. It would not be long. Raoul spat over the battlements. That was his answer. Gabriel had told them about the mortars. "They will bring down those walls fast if we don't get to them first." Talon nodded. "Even so, we need to stop their first wave."