Kieran could not decipher what had happened, only he knew this skirmish was done. This one terrible confrontation that would cascade into more woods and fields and towns painted with blood and planted with bodies. His attention wavered and he fought it back into focus. ?Gather them up!? He called as best he could.
?My lord,? one of his men came up and lay him back, ?let us see to your wound.?
The press of a binding about his body was tight and seemed wretchedly futile, but Kieran withstood the attention while he spoke softly and urgently to another man by his side. ?Gather up who remains and we make for Baron Galwyn?s Keep. How many remain??
?Near to half, sire.? The man answered as he and his companion drew Kieran to his feet and put him on the horse brought over by another.
Kieran tried to look about and see the damage to his troop, but his vision swam again, and he teetered in his saddle. He heard one of the men speak of binding someone to the saddle. Ties and ropes went about his hands and waist in such quick movement, and even he could not disagree with its need. He doubted he would get far in the end. It would be a corpse they brought in. Would that he had the strength to write a letter to his wife and children. Maybe there would be time. Yes, later when he was sure his warband was within safe walls.
His thoughts drifted to Sylvia and the boys. He could see them in the gardens. He felt the warmth of the sun as he walked near them and they turned to greet him with smiles. This vision was easier to welcome than the pain that consciousness brought with each bounce of the fast trot. He gave in to unawareness.
?My lord,? one of his men came up and lay him back, ?let us see to your wound.?
The press of a binding about his body was tight and seemed wretchedly futile, but Kieran withstood the attention while he spoke softly and urgently to another man by his side. ?Gather up who remains and we make for Baron Galwyn?s Keep. How many remain??
?Near to half, sire.? The man answered as he and his companion drew Kieran to his feet and put him on the horse brought over by another.
Kieran tried to look about and see the damage to his troop, but his vision swam again, and he teetered in his saddle. He heard one of the men speak of binding someone to the saddle. Ties and ropes went about his hands and waist in such quick movement, and even he could not disagree with its need. He doubted he would get far in the end. It would be a corpse they brought in. Would that he had the strength to write a letter to his wife and children. Maybe there would be time. Yes, later when he was sure his warband was within safe walls.
His thoughts drifted to Sylvia and the boys. He could see them in the gardens. He felt the warmth of the sun as he walked near them and they turned to greet him with smiles. This vision was easier to welcome than the pain that consciousness brought with each bounce of the fast trot. He gave in to unawareness.