01 Hereward by James Wilde

Author:James Wilde [Wilde, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bantam Press
Published: 2011-06-23T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

THE THUNDER OF hooves drowned the crowd’s cheers. His view restricted by his eye-holes, Hereward saw only a heaving sea of men on horseback. Helmets and mail glinted in the sun. Full-throated war cries and bellowed insults closed around him as he crashed into the midst of the fighting. Blunted swords flashed in front of his eyes. Horses smashed against him like the waves on the black rocks at the coast. Elbows and fists rammed into head, shoulders, ribs. Blades crashed against his nose and face, and bruised his arms and chest beneath the mail, but he fought on. The red and yellow strips of linen tied around the combatants’ thighs to signify membership of their side disappeared in the confusion. Survival became the priority.

Hereward lashed his sword back and forth to carve a space for himself. The blade rang off helmets and clattered against mail coifs, smashing the chain into cheeks and necks. Unseated, one rider tumbled beneath the surging bodies and pounding hooves. Hereward couldn’t tell if the man was an ally or an enemy.

The crush rolled around the field. Some warriors broke from the tight knot to pursue each other through the wood edging the grassland, searching for a superior position. Bodies littered the torn-up turf. Many lay still, others cried for help, all twisted and broken. Horses galloped riderless. Some men dragged themselves towards the sides, trying to hide their shame.

Hereward fought the urge to lose himself in the fighting. Drawing the attention of the wealthy men looking to hire swords was all that mattered, he knew. He guided his mount near to the crowds, then yelled and waved his blade to catch the eye of four other horsemen. He could feel the gaze of the onlookers turning towards him. Sitting high, he raised both arms to demonstrate his fearlessness, then leaned across his horse’s neck and dug in his spurs. The ground whirled under him in a green blur. He felt the familiar rush of blood and grinned. Now they would see who was the bravest, he thought. The four riders bore down on him, but he held his line towards the centre of the rank. He watched heads begin to come up in anxious anticipation when his opponents realized his resolve was not going to weaken.

At the last moment the four warriors scattered before him. Two horses crashed into each other, unseating their riders. When he passed the third, Hereward flicked up his sword with outstretched arm, smashing his opponent under the chin. His wits scattered, the rider flew over the rear of his horse and down.

Hereward brought his steed round to face the last of the four horsemen, his breath rasping beneath his mail coif. Sweat stung his eyes, and when he blinked the droplets away he glimpsed a familiar helmet, with slanted eye-holes and a nose-shield tapering and hooked at the end so that the wearer resembled a bird of prey. It was Hoibrict. Hereward’s eyes fell to the yellow ribbon round his opponent’s wrist and he grinned.

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