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nothing. There was surely nothing.
My horse neighed suddenly. I almost fell off with shock at the unexpected loudness. I muttered an obscenity in Latin that I’d heard earlier back in Populonium. I came out with a little laugh and prepared a witticism. But Maximin reached over and put a hand on my shoulder. We looked back along the road. Far in the distance, there seemed to be a slight blur in the moonlight. It was as if a little cloud had fallen from the sky. We stared again, straining our eyes in the moonlight. It seemed dazzlingly bright – unless you really wanted to see something. Then it might have been a single candle in a church at midnight.
‘They’re after us!’ Maximin’s voice was soft but urgent. Now I heard the noise clearly – a distant clatter of many hooves on the paving stones. As yet, the riders were visible only from the dust they threw up behind them.
I made the obvious calculations. I failed to see how One-Eye, even at speed, could have got back to the mercenaries and then brought them over so fast. But they were after us, and coming on at full speed.
Now we did spur the horses. The long silence of the road was over. All was suddenly a clashing of hooves on the hard surface of the road, and a panting of horses and the internal sounds that go with hard jolting, and the sound of wind in my hair.
For all his uncertainty of touch with the gelding, Maximin was ahead of me by a full horse-length. Either fear was discovering a riding ability until now unknown, or the gold was dragging me back. I thought of lightening my saddlebags. But greed and the knowledge that the delay would be compensated by no amount of lightening had me just digging in the spurs and using my whip. I darted forward, catching up with Maximin.
For a while, we kept the noise at a steady level behind us. We flew along the straight, raised length of the road. The stones flashed past beneath us. I remember the brief but heavy stench of death as we passed where we’d stopped the night before.
Even Maximin was lighter than our pursuers in their armour, and our horses were better bred for speed than theirs. I almost began to feel better as we raced along. I got my body into a rhythm that made lighter work of me for the horse. We’d surely outrun those clumsy great Englishmen.
But what they lacked in speed, they more than recovered in stamina. There is a limit to what unskilled riders can do with whip and spur, and, little by little, the sounds behind increased in volume. I tried to tell myself they were strung out along the road, and that only one or two of them were beginning to catch up. Perhaps these would fall back.
I didn’t dare break the rhythm of my body by looking round. But I knew they weren’t strung out. These were experienced riders. They knew the road. They knew perfectly well how much time they had. If they hadn’t caught up with us already, it was so they could keep together.
Now, to the rising clatter of hooves were added the cries of pursuit, and then the faint jingle of harness. Even had we been able to get off that road without being seen, there was no cover on either side. Straight as an arrow, it stretched on before us in the moonlight.
Some years later, I slowed a pursuit by throwing little three-pointed spikes onto the road behind me. On another occasion, I outran a band of Avar raiders by throwing coins over my shoulder. Now, I didn’t even think to empty the loose gold from my purse – and, if I had, I might have doubted its effect on men frantic to recover a much larger sum.
I still couldn’t – still didn’t dare – turn my head to look behind. But they can’t have been a half-mile behind as I felt my horse begin to flag. I dug in my spurs and shouted at the beast to get a move on. For a moment, I felt a quickening of speed. But it was a momentary quickening. The horse was already approaching the limit of its
My horse neighed suddenly. I almost fell off with shock at the unexpected loudness. I muttered an obscenity in Latin that I’d heard earlier back in Populonium. I came out with a little laugh and prepared a witticism. But Maximin reached over and put a hand on my shoulder. We looked back along the road. Far in the distance, there seemed to be a slight blur in the moonlight. It was as if a little cloud had fallen from the sky. We stared again, straining our eyes in the moonlight. It seemed dazzlingly bright – unless you really wanted to see something. Then it might have been a single candle in a church at midnight.
‘They’re after us!’ Maximin’s voice was soft but urgent. Now I heard the noise clearly – a distant clatter of many hooves on the paving stones. As yet, the riders were visible only from the dust they threw up behind them.
I made the obvious calculations. I failed to see how One-Eye, even at speed, could have got back to the mercenaries and then brought them over so fast. But they were after us, and coming on at full speed.
Now we did spur the horses. The long silence of the road was over. All was suddenly a clashing of hooves on the hard surface of the road, and a panting of horses and the internal sounds that go with hard jolting, and the sound of wind in my hair.
For all his uncertainty of touch with the gelding, Maximin was ahead of me by a full horse-length. Either fear was discovering a riding ability until now unknown, or the gold was dragging me back. I thought of lightening my saddlebags. But greed and the knowledge that the delay would be compensated by no amount of lightening had me just digging in the spurs and using my whip. I darted forward, catching up with Maximin.
For a while, we kept the noise at a steady level behind us. We flew along the straight, raised length of the road. The stones flashed past beneath us. I remember the brief but heavy stench of death as we passed where we’d stopped the night before.
Even Maximin was lighter than our pursuers in their armour, and our horses were better bred for speed than theirs. I almost began to feel better as we raced along. I got my body into a rhythm that made lighter work of me for the horse. We’d surely outrun those clumsy great Englishmen.
But what they lacked in speed, they more than recovered in stamina. There is a limit to what unskilled riders can do with whip and spur, and, little by little, the sounds behind increased in volume. I tried to tell myself they were strung out along the road, and that only one or two of them were beginning to catch up. Perhaps these would fall back.
I didn’t dare break the rhythm of my body by looking round. But I knew they weren’t strung out. These were experienced riders. They knew the road. They knew perfectly well how much time they had. If they hadn’t caught up with us already, it was so they could keep together.
Now, to the rising clatter of hooves were added the cries of pursuit, and then the faint jingle of harness. Even had we been able to get off that road without being seen, there was no cover on either side. Straight as an arrow, it stretched on before us in the moonlight.
Some years later, I slowed a pursuit by throwing little three-pointed spikes onto the road behind me. On another occasion, I outran a band of Avar raiders by throwing coins over my shoulder. Now, I didn’t even think to empty the loose gold from my purse – and, if I had, I might have doubted its effect on men frantic to recover a much larger sum.
I still couldn’t – still didn’t dare – turn my head to look behind. But they can’t have been a half-mile behind as I felt my horse begin to flag. I dug in my spurs and shouted at the beast to get a move on. For a moment, I felt a quickening of speed. But it was a momentary quickening. The horse was already approaching the limit of its
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