The Verderer - Pitch & Sickle Book Two by D. K. Girl

Author:D. K. Girl [Girl, D. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-10-20T11:14:37+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Pitch took decidedly longer upon Sanu to near their destination. The coppery chestnut made a valiant effort to match Lalassu’s breathtaking pace, and at times did so admirably, bringing Pitch near alongside Silas. He whooped and hollered with great gusto and vile language, reminding Silas of the spectators who’d watched on as Pitch had allowed himself to be beaten soundly in the barn at Bishop’s Castle.

What a fine state of affairs they had left for poor Sybilla to deal with there. Between Pitch’s assault on the constable and Silas’s treatment of the gravedigger, she was likely viewed with even greater disdain than before. Silas pressed into his stirrups, leaning low against Lalassu’s neck as she thundered beneath him, travelling her own path and leaving the road to gallop through a field rough with the scars of the plough. The horse did not slow, despite the unevenness of the ground.

How would those folk of Bishop’s Castle feel to know it was an angel they turned their noses at and eyed with such open loathing? What poise the woman had to handle it with such grace. He could not imagine a daemon doing such a thing.

As though to prove his point, Pitch loosed his tongue upon his slowing horse. Sanu took the ridged ground more cautiously than Lalassu. ‘You bracket-faced piece of shit, move your fucking arse.’

Silas cast a look over his shoulder, concerned for the chestnut’s safety. He assumed he would need to call on Pitch to stop beating his horse. To his surprise no such sermon was necessary. Though Pitch scowled his pretty face into ugly wrinkles of simmering fury, he merely flailed the reins ahead of him, his legs steady at her sides. His tirade of ripe words continued, but it appeared it was Sanu’s ears alone that would receive the harshest punishment, much to Silas’s relief.

He shifted his gaze back to the way ahead and his stomach sank. A hedgerow approached, one he knew that Lalassu would guide them over. He was no fan of the jump. Each time, he was certain he would find himself cast from the saddle, landing head first upon the ground and suffering an appalling injury. Silas lifted his arse higher, grasping ahold of the pommel and stifling a squeal as Lalassu’s bulk projected into the air. They sailed high over the hedge, and the downward journey was soon upon them.

The thud of hooves upon the ground was joined by Silas’s own shocked exhale as his nethers met the swell of the saddle. He wobbled about in the stirrups, wincing, but he remained upon the mare. Catching his breath, Silas sent private thanks to Sybilla and her lessons in horsemanship. Though she insisted he must have ridden in his past life, Silas had no memory of it of course, and without her guidance, he did not doubt he would have spent much more time upon the dirt.

Onward they travelled, chasing the descending night. The shadows grew longer, the sky sickly pale with the vanishing of the sun.

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