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Authors: Angie Arms
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before the attack had he seen her? Did he know then that he would chain her to him and make her bend to his will?
Before the first rays of the sun broke through the clouds she was sitting before Damien again, the cloak draped around her, the horse shifting anxiously beneath them both. The army stood in the tree line waiting, horses champing at their bits, shifting uneasily. Damien’s eyes constantly scanned the walls. His heels moved against his horse and even the littlest of noises ceased and only the clopping of his horse’s hooves through the leaves could be heard as he moved back and forth in front of his troops.
“Our journey draws to an end,” his voice came out in subdued tones. “Stand together, fight together, and we shall enjoy our victory together.”
The horse beneath her half reared slamming her against Damien’s chest. “Haltwhistle is the King’s,” he yelled and the army lunged forward as one behind she and Damien. As they charged from the woods flames showed atop the walls and then were unleashed and the flaming arrows rained down around them. Keri need not worry for no one could hurt Damien. He was a force to reckon with alone. No arrow, no sword could take him down. They rode all the way to the wall, the people inside had been preparing all night for the attack it would seem for even before the first light streaked the sky they were well armed and ready. It would do them no good. It did Alec and her men no good.
The horse pivoted and she heard Damien’s voice as he soothed the quivering animal. They stood their ground as the men flooded around them. The horse danced as Damien moved him along the lines, calling orders, pushing his men forward, over those who already lay dying as the sun began to make its appearance.
“Steady now,” Damien’s voice came out soothingly to the quivering horse. He raised his bow, three arrows notched in it as he let them fly over the wall. Not a breath was drawn before he had three more pulled and loosed.
He abandoned his assistance to the artillery to spur the horse back to the wall. Hour after hour passed, the sun climbing ever steadier. By midday bodies littered the ground around the walls, men still tried valiantly to climb them while Damien’s artillery chipped away at them.
“Do you think we will penetrate them before nightfall?” the knight Roland asked coming to his side.
“We will take them down today. Fell them today and tomorrow we can be taking Featherstone and be done with it.”
Keri knew what the man she rode with proposed was quite a challenge and considering the fight here was far worse than at Staward she couldn’t help but doubt his words. Roland however promised him his victory before they rode away to the sound of Roland’s confident voice ordering another surge of foot soldiers to the walls.
The gray horse came to a stop and Keri followed Damien’s gaze up the wall to where a group of his men were fighting to gain access. Man after man fell from the heights. Some men were Damien’s some were of Haltwhistle but his men kept pushing as their leader did.
“Over the top, over the top,” the man behind her chanted under his breath as he watched the battle. She found herself caught in the moment, in the excitement building in the man with his arms wrapped about her. She doubted he realized he held her instead of just carried her now. One hand held the reins but the other wrapped around her middle and his chin rested on the top of her head.
He roared his victory when three men gained the wall and others flowed over behind them. “Together!” the man yelled raising his sword. A roar began within the ranks of Damien’s men and they were like ants, first in the one spot then all along the walls they clamored up and over. Both hands came around her and the horse they rode thundered down on the gates. The animal leaped into the courtyard over the gates that had been
Before the first rays of the sun broke through the clouds she was sitting before Damien again, the cloak draped around her, the horse shifting anxiously beneath them both. The army stood in the tree line waiting, horses champing at their bits, shifting uneasily. Damien’s eyes constantly scanned the walls. His heels moved against his horse and even the littlest of noises ceased and only the clopping of his horse’s hooves through the leaves could be heard as he moved back and forth in front of his troops.
“Our journey draws to an end,” his voice came out in subdued tones. “Stand together, fight together, and we shall enjoy our victory together.”
The horse beneath her half reared slamming her against Damien’s chest. “Haltwhistle is the King’s,” he yelled and the army lunged forward as one behind she and Damien. As they charged from the woods flames showed atop the walls and then were unleashed and the flaming arrows rained down around them. Keri need not worry for no one could hurt Damien. He was a force to reckon with alone. No arrow, no sword could take him down. They rode all the way to the wall, the people inside had been preparing all night for the attack it would seem for even before the first light streaked the sky they were well armed and ready. It would do them no good. It did Alec and her men no good.
The horse pivoted and she heard Damien’s voice as he soothed the quivering animal. They stood their ground as the men flooded around them. The horse danced as Damien moved him along the lines, calling orders, pushing his men forward, over those who already lay dying as the sun began to make its appearance.
“Steady now,” Damien’s voice came out soothingly to the quivering horse. He raised his bow, three arrows notched in it as he let them fly over the wall. Not a breath was drawn before he had three more pulled and loosed.
He abandoned his assistance to the artillery to spur the horse back to the wall. Hour after hour passed, the sun climbing ever steadier. By midday bodies littered the ground around the walls, men still tried valiantly to climb them while Damien’s artillery chipped away at them.
“Do you think we will penetrate them before nightfall?” the knight Roland asked coming to his side.
“We will take them down today. Fell them today and tomorrow we can be taking Featherstone and be done with it.”
Keri knew what the man she rode with proposed was quite a challenge and considering the fight here was far worse than at Staward she couldn’t help but doubt his words. Roland however promised him his victory before they rode away to the sound of Roland’s confident voice ordering another surge of foot soldiers to the walls.
The gray horse came to a stop and Keri followed Damien’s gaze up the wall to where a group of his men were fighting to gain access. Man after man fell from the heights. Some men were Damien’s some were of Haltwhistle but his men kept pushing as their leader did.
“Over the top, over the top,” the man behind her chanted under his breath as he watched the battle. She found herself caught in the moment, in the excitement building in the man with his arms wrapped about her. She doubted he realized he held her instead of just carried her now. One hand held the reins but the other wrapped around her middle and his chin rested on the top of her head.
He roared his victory when three men gained the wall and others flowed over behind them. “Together!” the man yelled raising his sword. A roar began within the ranks of Damien’s men and they were like ants, first in the one spot then all along the walls they clamored up and over. Both hands came around her and the horse they rode thundered down on the gates. The animal leaped into the courtyard over the gates that had been
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