The Lost King by Devorah Fox

Author:Devorah Fox
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, adventure, cat, dragon slayer, downsizing, swordmaking
Publisher: Devorah Fox

“Ya got some finery there, too. And I’m betting I’ll find me some dandy things in them saddlebags.” In the moonlight, Robin caught the gleam of a dagger in the man’s right hand. “Methinks you should dismount and hand it all over.”

“Methinks not,” Robin said. He grasped his sword at the ricasso, pulled straight back, drove the pommel into the man’s midsection, and was rewarded with a loud and startled breathless grunt. As the man doubled over, Robin brought the sword’s blade up under the highwayman’s chin. “No, sir, I think it’s you who should hand over your weapon and dismount.” He looped Charger’s reins around the saddle horn, sending up silent thanks to whoever had trained the horse to stand steady.

“The dagger, hilt first,” Robin said. He took the weapon and slipped it under his belt. “Now, dismount. This side,” he said, intending to keep the man pinned between the sword blade and the horse.

But the highwayman flung up a gauntleted forearm and knocked the blade aside. He made an ungainly dismount to the right and went lumbering into the bushes along the side of the road.

Robin considered giving chase but it was dark and he imagined he could spend the rest of the night crashing through unfamiliar thickets with little chance of success in apprehending the robber. The man was now on foot and unarmed. He would be unlikely to do any further damage this night.

Taking the reins to the robber’s horse, Robin mounted Charger and continued on to Riverington at a considerably faster pace.

When he had left Sea Gate, he had planned to ride straight through to his hut, rest, and refresh himself there before reporting to Oliver John. He had stayed overly long in Sweet Water and the struggle with the highwayman had further delayed him. It was still night when Robin reached Riverington. He longed to continue on to his hut, to get something to eat, and rest. But now there was the matter of the highwayman to tackle. The need to speak to the village’s burghers about defense had taken on more urgency. Though disarmed and on foot, the highwayman could still present a threat. Those bandits rarely worked alone and Robin didn’t doubt that there might be a band of robbers with their thieving eyes on the settlement. The people of Riverington needed to be warned.

Not even the farmers of Riverington were up and about yet. He rode into the settlement to find it dark and quiet. At the center, he stopped by the well and drew some water for himself and the horses. He found a couple of somewhat-shriveled carrots still in the bottom of his rucksack and a bit of dried meat that amounted to little more than a wafer. He sat on the ground, his back propped up against the well.

He didn’t know that he had fallen asleep until he felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes springing open, he saw that day had dawned. He jumped to his feet and found he faced a sturdy woman in a rough dress and apron.

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