Devil's Horseman by Tony Roberts

Author:Tony Roberts [Roberts, Tony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00K9IS6C2
Published: 2014-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Hold still, Old Young One,” Kaidur’s voice came to Casca dimly.

Casca groaned. The pain in his side was intense. The damned arrow was in deep. It must have been fired from very close by. Casca opened his eyes and looked around. They were in a house. He was on a table. Kaidur was standing by his side, unfastening his armor.

He must have been unconscious for about a minute. “Who shot me?” he croaked.

“I don’t know but whoever it is, is outside. I’ve barricaded the door. Mongol arrow,” he commented, nodding at the black feathers.

“Swine,” Casca grunted, gritting his teeth. “One of our unknown friends, obviously.”

“Of course. I think there’s only one or two of them. They’re listening.”

“Can you get it out?”

“Yes, if you stop moving.” Kaidur had unfastened the armor and lifted the back. The arrow had gone through part of it and Casca hissed as the barbed head was moved. Kaidur slid the back off as much as he could, the gripped the arrow in both hands. The silk shirt Casca was wearing had been driven into the wound, as it had been designed to. This was the beauty of the silk garments all Mongols wore. It wrapped itself around the arrow and was taken with it into the wound. Now Kaidur began tugging on the shirt, twisting it, pulling the arrow out slowly. As the shirt pulled the missile out, the head reversed its rotation and slid out of the hole without tearing any more of the flesh.

Casca slumped in relief. “Ahhhh, thank you, Kaidur. Now refasten my armor.”

“You have a wound that needs treatment,” Kaidur protested.

“Trust me, Kaidur, The Old Young One doesn’t need that treatment.”

Kaidur looked at him, then grinned. “Yes, yes of course. Forgive me.” The door suddenly shook to a blow from outside. He hurried, tightening the straps and slapping Casca on the back to tell him he’d finished.

Another blow and the door cracked from top to bottom. Casca slid off the table and winced. It wasn’t too bad and the wound would be already re-knitting. Not bad enough to stop him moving and fighting if push came to shove. Kaidur stepped up to the door and waited silently, his sword raised close to his body and face.

The door crashed inwards, revealing a boot. A blade followed and a Mongol cautiously appeared. Kaidur’s down stroke removed the arm holding the sword and the unlucky man screamed and staggered back into the street, clutching a bloodily spurting stump.

Another arrow came flying through the door and Kaidur stepped back in alarm. “My apologies, there are three out there. Well,” he corrected himself, “two and a half.”

A lit lump of wood came flying into the house, followed by a crash from a window and another. Flames began licking along the wooden floor.

“Right, time we were out of here,” Casca said and waved Kaidur deeper into the house. At the back was a wooden door and he unbolted it and stepped out into a yard. A pig

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