King Penda's Captain: A Romance of Fighting in the Days of the Anglo-SaxonsMac Bride, Mac Kenzie
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King Penda's Captain: A Romance of Fighting in the Days of the Anglo-Saxons
Mac Bride, Mac Kenzie
Great Britain -- History -- Anglo-Saxon period, 449-1066 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
After that time, by reason of his great strength and the cleanness of his
blood, the wound was well-nigh healed. So Feargus took his bow and went
forth and brought food in great plenty, and they mounted their beasts,
which were eager to be away, and rode down across the moor until they
won the burn by which the robbers dwelt. Feargus knew it not again, for
he had been too weak to mark the way, but as they reached the glen he
noticed his beast to tremble and he told Torfrida and hurried her over
the stream, bidding her ride forward a good space, and then lie down
among the heather, for danger was near. “And much I wish I had my byrny
and my great sword,” said he. Then for fear aught should befall the beast
he rode, he dismounted and made the creature lie down, and took his bow
and went back towards the ford. There he crouched down and waited; for
he thought that if the robbers were on their track it would be better
to meet them as they reached the ford than allow them to cross, but he
sighed again for his great sword and his byrny of rare workmanship.
Then as he lay he became aware of a man clad in russet hiding among the
stones, and he knew they had been seen. He watched the man till he arose
and ran down towards the foot of the glen, and presently returned with
five men, leading horses. Among them was he who had dressed his wound
whom he took to be the Pict. When he saw them his wrath was great for
all the ill they had done him, and belike many more, and for so little
pity they had shown or soldiership. Then said he, “Little me liketh
bloodshed, but these shall die ere they win the north side of the burn;
for further hurt will they else do to many.” Then, moreover, he bethought
him of his armour and knew not how he could win through all that lay
before him without it; so he looked again at his enemies and there were
five of them, less the Pict, who would not be willing to fight against
him. “I have before now set as many on their backs by help of wit and
these arrows, and, moreover, the burn is between us and they will have no
shelter.”
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