‘It’s Time,’ she thought and instantaneously dropped into a deep state of consciousness. Unconsciously her body struck aside another weapon aimed directly at her heart, but already the movements around her were beginning to slow. She moved another lance point away with her forearm as the world slowed and slowed, until finally there was no movement or sound.
‘Bless you Nev,’ she thought and tried to pull the lance from the tree. Her wounded shoulder hampered her and despite her best efforts the weapon would not budge.
In the end she was forced to pull herself from her jerkin, wincing at the pain her injury caused her, but relieved when she was finally free of the trap. She stood panting for a moment then looked to her shoulder. She was now wearing only a thin cotton undershirt which was drenched in blood. She pulled off the garment unmindful that she was now naked from the waist up and wrapped her undershirt tightly around the deep cut just below her shoulder. It was very cold but she was not aware of it. She moved swiftly and sliced through the necks of nearly two dozen Knights before she became momentarily disoriented. She fought the dizziness, yanked a Knight from his mount and gingerly pulled herself up onto the horse and projected. She searched for Captain Kerr, who’d fled to the south. She found him quickly, already two miles away, leading a large group of horseman from the vicinity of the battle. She smiled, wavered again from dizziness then rapidly opened a bridge. The vortex was powerfully made and the bridge sprang to life large and stable. N’dori then released time; all around her slain Knights toppled from their mounts. The Solitary paid them no mind, instead she spun her horse and spurred it through the bridge. She was vaguely aware of shouts of shock coming from the fight as she left the area, but they were quickly silenced as the bridge snapped shut.
She and her horse appeared in the midst of the galloping Massi horseman directly beside Captain Kerr and again her ears were assailed by shouts of surprise. Her sudden appearance caused several horses to veer sharply away, but no one toppled. Kerr stared at her with a stunned expression, his wide eyes going from her face to her bare bouncing breasts. N’dori laughed at the look he was giving her, then slumped in the saddle and would have fallen had not the Captain reached over to catch her. He continued to hold her up as he reined his horse back, thankfully N’dori’s mount followed suit, thoroughly confused. When they finally came to a halt the Tarina sagged farther.
“I…I need food…water…and rest,” she said just above a whisper.
“Of course,” Kerr answered, hardly able to come to grips with her presence. He pulled a wad of jerked beef from his saddle and gave it to her. She snatched it greedily away and stuffed it in her mouth like someone starving. After a moment he handed her his water skin. She drank deeply before taking more jerked beef.
“You escaped,” Kerr said with awe.
N’dori nodded.
“But how…you were surrounded by hundreds of Knights?”
N’dori smiled, suddenly very sleepy. Her eyes closed briefly then she forced them open. “I killed…many.”
“Many?”
“Thirty, forty…maybe more,” she answered and her head dropped down again. “I will not be able to ride alone.”
Kerr nodded and then with apparent ease he reached over and pulled her from her horse. She was surprised by his strength and he was surprised at just how small she was for being so deadly. He maneuvered her into a sitting position in front of him and slipped one arm around her, holding her in place.
“Sleep,” the Captain said as he signaled his men to ride again. They moved down the road at a much slower pace now. N’dori was thankful for the support and for the man’s warmth against her back and she was only vaguely aware that the young Captain was cupping her right breast with his supporting hand before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Captain Gaston finally pulled his mount to a stop near the top of a rise almost three miles to the northeast of the battle. The Knights were no longer pursuing the cluster of Massi cavalry in his immediate area and the sound of the distant battle was lost in the trees.
Gaston glanced around at those near him, feeling disheartened and beaten. The Knights somehow managed to surprise him once more and this time with disastrous results. The cavalry was gone…destroyed. He performed a quick count and could see maybe two hundred men and horses on the ridge around him, though he could hear others apparently climbing to the south. He hoped they were friendly but to be sure he quickly sent out a rider to check on them. He would be a fool to be caught off guard again.
“Do you think any others escaped?” The young Sergeant Hawser asked and waited patiently as the Captain continued to scan the area without bothering to answer. Finally, Gaston glanced at Olney, who’d grown very large but still owned a baby face with skin that looked as soft as any girl’s.
Gaston shrugged. “There’s no way of knowing, but if any were so fortunate they would head back to the southeast and try to regroup…the northwest is unknown.” The Captain raised his hand as another group of perhaps fifty Massi came into view climbing the north slope of the hillside.
“You did well today Sergeant,” Gaston added, knowing that he would in all likelihood be dead if it wasn’t for the young man. In the midst of the chaos, Olney shot two Knights with his bow…one took an arrow in the mid-section and he hit the other through the neck just below the jaw; both Knights were attempting to skewer Gaston while he was fighting off a third. Olney had organized a group of perhaps seventy-five men just up the hill and off the road and they used their bows to cover the retreat of many others. If the Sergeant and his group had just fled, hundreds more Massi would have been killed.
Olney just nodded, taking the compliment in stride. Gaston was immediately struck by how much the young man had grown in the past few years, and though he was still young, Olney was now a man in every respect.
“Your father would be proud,” the Captain added, but again Olney remained quiet. “Now go and scout our way out of this place. We need to find a safe way back and around to Claymont…with whomever we have left.” Gaston’s heart fell as he said the words and he did not look forward to reporting back to General Bock. But Lonogan had to be warned and soon. The plan was to bring the army out of Manse and lure the Temple Knights into a pitched battle, once engaged the Massi cavalry would swoop down, trapping and surprising the enemy. Gaston was now sure that any such attempt would be folly. The Knights were too good and deserved their reputation completely. They were a fearsome opponent who would without a doubt destroy any army of infantry they faced. The Massi had lost and it would be best to hold up behind the walls of Manse and try to wait out the Knights, any other action was now unthinkable.
Gaston watched as Hawser rode away, angling to the southwest. Ten minutes later a scout returned leading approximately one hundred and fifty men, some riding double, but Gaston was somewhat relieved that so many seemed to have survived the attack…perhaps others had as well.
The men around him looked shaken but no one showed any sign of panic, a few asked for directions and he sent another small squad of men back toward the battle to check on the movements of the Knights. He would be very cautious. How the Knights found and surprised them was still unknown and the possibility that they had their own captured Traveler flitted about in the back of his mind.
He set up a wide perimeter and assigned men to guard the easy approaches to the ridge line. They did so without any sign of a lack of confidence with his leadership, a fact that left him slightly gratified.