“He grinned at Horace. “Time we heard how musical you can be.” “Hah!” snorted Horace. He took the horn from his belt, raised it to his lips and blew a mighty blast on it. Gilan winced. “Not at all, apparently.” The light flashed one more time from the ridge. “She heard it,” Horace said. Gilan frowned at him. “They probably heard it at Castle Araluen.” Horace ignored him and turned toward the stairs. “Let’s get that ramp down,” he said.”
