"The gods won't help you here, boy," Duncan interrupted with a shake of his head. Half a dozen more corpses stepped on the bridge. "Only fire and strength in arms. Jeffory, string up your bow. You're the finest marksman here. The rest of you fetch more arrows, rags, and tar and reinforce the gates. Make sure you have a dragonglass dagger on your belt and a torch in your arm. Willem, not you! Ride fast for the Shadow Tower and request aid. Tell them to send a raven to Winterfell. The Stark must know!"