It was true, now as ever, that men of a mixed race cannot withstand the unforeseen.

Dom Miguel fallen, and his cohort decimated by the leaden storm that tore in at them from an unexpected quarter, the rest fled without another blow.

They raced madly for their horses, to find that every tethered group was in the hands of this new contingent.

Then the darkness swallowed them.

Dom Miguel's cavalry was disbanded.
At once the medley within died down.