David Mcintee - The Light of Heaven

Erak's own horse was dead, so he recovered the fallen soldier's animal and mounted that. There was nothing for it but to return to Solnos. If there were goblins in the area, they would need to be fought.

There was a bright side, at least, he thought. He was relieved that Gabriella hadn't ridden westwards. She might have been the one shot from her horse.

Something slapped at Gabriella's calf and her horse reared, shrieking with a surprisingly human-sounding voice. When she looked down, there was a clothyard shaft stuck into her horse's side, slapping against her calf as the animal ran. Another two arrows thudded wetly into its flank and the animal was already slowing. Gabriella focussed on the horse's face and noticed that the eye she could see was rolling in pain. But the creature was brave and kept going.

She patted its neck, suddenly feeling guilty for being a burden to it, and wishing it wasn't so hurt. As if it could understand her thoughts, its eye regained focus, but it was already lurching to one side and ready to topple at any moment. Gabriella knew its effort wouldn't last, as it was losing blood quite quickly now. She looked at the gear that was hanging from the flanks of Crowe's horse. "You any good with a bow?"

"For hunting game, maybe. Not for warfare."

"Thought not. You're good with that horse though."

"I bet there's a Final Faith Proscription against that too."

"Give me your hand!"

"What?"

The horses were thundering along next to each other, spittle from one flying in the face of the other's rider. Gabriella risked another look back and saw that the pursuing goblins were gaining rapidly. They were almost within the range of a throwing dagger now, let alone bowshot.

"Stretch out your hand!" she ordered. Crowe did so and she grabbed hold. "Keep your knees tight!"

Before he could ask what she meant, she had planted her feet on her horse's shoulders and leapt across to his horse. His eyes wide with fright, Crowe almost tumbled from his mount under her weight on his arm. The leverage was only there for a second and then Gabriella was crouching in front of him, on his horse's shoulders, and swinging her leg across the beast's neck so she could sit properly.

She let go of his hand so that he could grab the reins with it again, which left her facing him in an almost-embrace. Her horse tumbled immediately, landing hard on its neck. Gabriella ducked left, stretching out a hand around Crowe's hip. "Girl, I thought I was a little wild, but…"

"Don't get any funny ideas." She pulled the bow and quiver from where they hung from the horse's flanks

"Believe me, I'm out of ideas. Funny or otherwise."

"Lean right."

Crowe did so, though his eyes kept darting towards her face, which was uncomfortably close. Gabriella ignored him for the moment and leaned as far to the right as she could, until she was almost cradled in the crook of his left arm. She shoved her arm, with the bow, past his head, prompting an annoyed grunt and a sickening weave to the horse's course, then nocked and drew with her right.

The bowstring missed Crowe's ear by a finger's-breadth, but the arrow it loosed hit the leading goblin in the face. It screeched and fell from its mount.

Gabriella strung another arrow and loosed it. Then another and another. Three more goblins fell and the pursuing group slowed. In a few moments, they were out of sight and only a steadily rising dust could remained, where the remaining goblins were no doubt falling upon their less fortunate comrades.

"I think we're clear," Gabriella said at last. "Give it ten more minutes, then we'll slow and walk the horse down. Carrying both of us can't be easy."

"There is that." Crowe tensed and she quickly drew a dagger from her boot and wrapped her wrist around his neck, the blade against the artery of his throat.

"If you're thinking the horse would be happier carrying only you, I'd think again. You don't want to try that kind of leverage."

Crowe's eyes burned into hers. "I'm in no hurry. So… What do I call you?"

"Enlightened Sister."

"I meant your name, not your title."

She smiled faintly. "My name is Sister DeZantez in the Order of the Swords Of Dawn."

He blinked and rubbed a hand through his hair. "That's very long winded. Don't you Faith types have a shorter name? A given name?"

"Given names are for family and friends and we're neither, so I don't owe you one."

He shrugged. "I'm happy to be friends with any woman. My name's Travis."

"So I've heard."

He merely nodded. "It's as good as any, Dez. Did you have anywhere special in mind to go?"

"We need to get back Solnos. Our soldiers-at-arms, and Kannis' mercenaries, along with any others in the area, can hunt down any goblin stragglers." She didn't mention that she thought Erak would be disappointed if he didn't get a taste of some actual action. She looked on the bright side, though; if he had come south with her, he might have been the one shot from his horse and she couldn't bear that.

It wasn't going to be as easy as either of them had thought. They had dismounted as the sun emerged, to allow the horse to rest from the exertion of carrying two people. They had come to a shallow part of the escarpment overlooking the approach to Solnos, just to be sure of throwing off any possible goblin pursuit.

"Well, God-girl," Crowe said. "Thanks for the help with the gobboes, but I'll be going now. See you around, maybe."

"How long has it been since you went to confession?" Gabriella demanded threateningly, stepping in front of him.

Crowe feigned a look of surprise. "Does the Faith still do that? I must say, I'm shocked."

"Very funny," Gabriella said. "Been a good little monk who never puts a foot wrong, have we?"

"Can't say I've tried being a monk. I've tried putting my feet in some interesting places though. Are my eyes tricking me, or is that smoke on the horizon?"

"That's Solnos!" Gabriella immediately thought of Erak and wondered whether he was all right. It was one thing to think of him enjoying campaigning against a few goblins, but not so pleasant to imagine him on the defensive against an entire warband. Her mind kept throwing up images of a besieged church and, worse still, goblins rampaging through it in search of food and trophies. "We have to get back to town."

"No." Crowe held up a hand, then pointed at her. " You have to get back to town, Dez. You, not we. I don't give a monkey's toss for your roach-infested town and I care even less for spending time in the company of a Faith Confessor."

Gabriella narrowed her eyes. "I wasn't giving you a choice."

"And I'm not accepting any decision of yours, love. You got me out of the Huntress before the goblins got to me and I got you out of town before they caught up with us." He stood. "I'm sorry, Dez, but that's all there is to it. We're even."

She rose. "We're not even. You are my prisoner, Crowe."

"In your dreams, pet."

She grabbed his shoulder and spun him round. As soon as he realised he was turning, he threw his weight into it, whipping his fist up and out. Knuckles cracked against bone and Gabriella fell.

Crowe mounted his horse. "Give my regards to the Faith and don't be stupid enough to run into me again. I don't like to kill pretty girls, but I'd be a liar if I said you'd be the first."

She caught up to him ten minutes later, carefully walking the horse through the brightening day, trying to stay as quiet as possible. She had known the horse wasn't rested enough to ride yet and, for that matter, she expected that so did Crowe. He was just trying to get a good lead on her. It didn't work. The look on his face when he saw her was almost worth the pain in her jaw.

Gabriella marched up with surprising speed. Crowe didn't have time to react before she slammed the palm of her hand into his jaw, then spun and side-kicked him in the solar plexus so hard that he crashed to the ground several feet back. He roared in pain.