Sword At Sunset
“Slowly, slowly the gate towers rose higher and more formidable while the shadows lengthened from struggling men and white curled hawthorn scrub. I had hoped almost until then to thrust in between the Saxons and their stronghold and throw them back; but far spent as my men and horses were, and lacking all knowledge of how many of the Sea Wolves had been left to garrison the old legionary fortress, I dared not hazard them in such a position now. Instead, I took the alternative risk, charging forward to drive in amongst the enemy so close that there would be no space in which to secure the gates against us. We drove them as dogs drive sheep – not that there was much of the sheep about these men; they were valiant fighters, and fell back before our rushes steadily and with no sign of rout. Indeed they were steadier now than at any moment since they broke on the Deva road; shields up and swords biting, leaving their dead to lie in the track of the retreat without a glance.
There were o...nly two or three hundred left when they gained the gate, and we crashed after them so close that the triumphant forefront Companions were already mingled with Octa’s house carls, and the Red Dragon of Britain and the white horsetail standards of the Saxons flying almost as one.MoreLess
There were o...nly two or three hundred left when they gained the gate, and we crashed after them so close that the triumphant forefront Companions were already mingled with Octa’s house carls, and the Red Dragon of Britain and the white horsetail standards of the Saxons flying almost as one.MoreLess
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