The Star Of Saree (GODS OF THE FOREVER SEA Book 3) by A.J. STRICKLER

Author:A.J. STRICKLER [STRICKLER, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PANDA BOOKS PRESS LLC
Published: 2017-06-06T04:00:00+00:00

The horses whinnied, stomping at the frozen ground. Steam blew from their nostrils as they walked among their fallen masters. A dozen Trimenian soldiers and nine horses lay scattered in the midst of a grisly red slush, the falling snow already beginning to cover their lifeless bodies.

Kian flicked the blood from Silence’s edge and tried to gauge the distance to the barn. He guessed it was still over a mile until they reached their mounts. The swordsman thought about using the Trimenian’s three remaining horses. The prince could be set on one and two of them could accompany the blind man and start back now.

It wasn’t a good idea. They would have no supplies for the journey to the rebel camp. Besides, this was their second encounter with the soldiers that had been sent out to search for them. It was better they stick together and try for their own horses. It was the wise thing to do.

“Kian, over here,” Cromwell called out.

He jogged over to where the Toran stood grimly appraising Pierre.

“They have gone and ruined my finest set of clothes, Slayer.” The Celonian chuckled weakly.

The swordsmen could see the large wound in the mercenary’s abdomen, and the red snow around Pierre steamed with his hot blood.

Adisa knelt beside the man, trying to tend to the terrible wound. “Hold still, you idiot, or your guts are going to spill out.”

“It wouldn’t matter much. Hell, the cold might even ease the sting,” Pierre grimly joked.

Kian could see that the Celonian was in severe pain, his breaths coming in shallow gasps.

“We must go,” Endra said, putting her hand on Kian’s shoulder and looking to the north. “More will come.

Adisa bent down to help Pierre off the ground.

“Don’t move me, you slow witted buffoon. I will stay right here, if you please.”

Adisa frowned. “You have to get up. There will be more of soldiers. Even in this storm, it won’t be hard to miss this mess. They will find you and finish what they started.”

“I doubt I will be breathing when those dogs find me,” Pierre said with resignation.

Beck dragged the prince over to where they all stood, the blind man’s arm around his neck. “I don’t see the point of a debate. We need to keep moving, Kian. The rest of us don’t have your fortitude. We tire and if you haven’t noticed, it’s fucking freezing out here,” the one-eared mercenary said harshly.

Kian gave the coldhearted mercenary a hard look. “Pierre is wounded. Would you leave him here like this?”

Beck glanced down at the injured man. “Pierre is finished and he knows it. It was over when they put that spear in his guts. If we stay here, what we have done will be for nothing.” The mercenary tapped the dying man with the toe of his boot. “What say you, Pierre? Would you like a quick end, or do you just want us to leave you here?”

“You son of a whore,” Adisa hissed. “You’re a devil of a man, Beck.”

The mercenary spit on the ground and shifted the prince’s weight.

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