Gelvon wondered if reinforcements would ever arrive. With every thump of the prisoners battering the door down, his hope shrunk. If he could somehow send a signal out, he could alert troops outside that help was needed, but the guardhouse could only be opened from outside now. He would have to batter his way through the outer door to leave, which was impossible given his circumstances.
He suddenly had an idea. There were arrow slits, and if he could shoot something outside the window, he might be able to attrack attention. He grabbed a bow off a rack and a quiver of arrows. He lit the end of an arrow on a torch and fired the arrow out a slit, watching it trail smoke through the darkness. He pulled out another arrow and shot it again. As the pounding grew more insistent, he hoped somebody would see and respond to his signal soon......
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