Pistoleer: Edgehill by Smith Skye

Author:Smith, Skye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: best, pistol, dover castle, prince rupert, robert blake, skirmishers, battle of edgehill, john hampden, seige of hull
Publisher: Skye Smith

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The Pistoleer - Edgehill by Skye Smith Copyright 2013-14

Chapter 15 - Trap on Babylon Hill, September 1642

The first riders to the rope were two scouts. The rope was in the deep shadows of twilight so they didn't see it until they were almost upon it. By then it was too late to save themselves. Four men leaped out on the far side of the rope and let loose at them with arrows. One of the scouts went down with a lucky shot, well unlucky for him for it hit him in the upper chest just above his boiled hide armour. The arrows missed the other man, and he immediately made the decision to desert his comrade and make a run for it back to his own troop.

With a lurch up from kneeling, and a sprint forward, Daniel broke his own rule as he ducked under the rope and entered the killing road. He had dropped his carbine and picked up his battle axe and now it was a foot race between him and the horse. The first swing of his axe was a wild attempt to slice the horses rear leg, but it connected and the horse was immediately lame. He twisted his grip so the back swing from that first slice hit the rider's leg just above his cavalry boot. Blood spurted and the man cried out so it must have been a deep cut.

The horse had slowed almost to a stop and was twisting trying to see its injured leg, and by the look of its bared teeth it was mad with rage and ready to gnash at anything within reach, such as Daniel. Above him Daniel saw metal flash so he ignored the horse's teeth and raised his axe in a defensive arch above his head. Just in time, because a sabre hit the wide axe head. Wide because it was an axe blade on one side of the handle and a pointed hook on the other. The hook saved his life.

The horse was circling around him. This could end very badly for him. He had crouched to absorb the power of the sabre hit, and now he sprang up high as if his boots were springs. When he came down, so did his axe from on high, but he had twisted the head so the hook would snag, hopefully would snag, on the rider or his armour so he could pull him out of the saddle, or at least pull him off balance so he couldn't strike out again with his sabre.

The hook slid down the man's armour and hooked sod all. Now he really was in trouble because his axe was out of position and there was nothing between the sabre and his head but his thin helmet. And then one, two, three, four arrows struck the man in the boiled hide armour. At least one of them must have defeated the hide, because the man cried out and fell from his horse.

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