Sneek Peek: Leaping Wolf
As you may have deduced, Leaping Wolf is coming soon to an Amazon near you so I thought I’d share a little snippet of Chapter 1 – enjoy!
“Gwydion turned his pony around and Gawan followed his lead as he spurred his mount into a canter, first back east along the track and then veering northwards to the beginnings of a beech wood. They made it there in swift order and slowed their horses as they broke the treeline. Both men dismounted after a few more paces, with Gwydion still leading the way. The trees were not quite so thick as to make riding impossible but it was easier just to walk and guide the ponies by their bridles. In any case, Gawan found it was nice to be out of the saddle.
Gwydion spoke as they walked.
‘Tarwyn’s boys found him trekking roughly southwest. I doubt if he knew where he was going.’
Gawan nodded slowly.
Gwydion simply grunted and nodded back.
‘Any of ours hurt badly?’
Though not so deadly as the Aborans the Panther men were still dangerous, and Gawan had lost enough of his people already. Gwydion shook his head.
‘They took him unawares and made sure to work together. Tarwyn says he took some bringing down but he’d discarded his mail and helmet and they managed to bleed him out. Hewin took a heavy clout but nothing more.’
Gawan was quietly relieved that they had come off so lightly, though he felt a stab of annoyance that they would not be gaining another mailshirt. A few Lurian smiths were trying to learn the craft of making them but most had been occupied in forging swords and shield-rims for the Dragons and besides, the process was time-consuming. Every mailshirt worn by the Caledon’s legion had been looted from a Gaian corpse, and even after the carnage at Nantwyn they were still in shorter supply than he’d have liked.
He kept his disappointment to himself and they walked on a little way, and soon the pair came to a small clearing, and the first thing Gawan saw was Tarwyn cleaning his bloody sword on a cloth. His fellow Gorvic was dark-haired and dark-eyed, plainly dressed in grey tunic and breeches, and though he was already a tall man he appeared taller still because he was so slender. Nearby him young Pryder was trying to help the much larger Hewin onto his pony, the latter’s injured ribs making it a painful process for the both of them. Between them, lying at the base of one of the thicker trees, lay the soldier.
He looked young, but then with the beardless Gaians it was always harder to tell. His cheek was dark with stubble and his short hair ragged, the skin tanned a little browner than one tended to see among Lurians. There was blood all over his body and limbs and Gawan noted the ragged cut that ran across the dead man’s throat. He felt no pity for him. The Gaian would have done far worse to them given the chance.
As Gwydion had said the man had abandoned his mail but he’d apparently kept his short sword, which lay a few feet from his hand. Perhaps he’d thought to be less conspicuous without the armoured shirt but had been reluctant to discard his weapon. He was still wearing the thigh-length green-and-black tunic of the Panther Legion, though it was now torn and stained with blood in several places. Gawan felt his gorge rise. Green was the colour of the Gorvicae, and seeing an enemy wear it always felt like a stab to his pride.
The others were standing about looking rather uncertain and Gawan took command of the situation.
‘Right, first of all get that tunic off him. We can keep the belt and sword but I’ll want the shirt burned when we get to Bryngarth.’
There was a heartbeat’s hesitation before the others complied and Gwydion gave him an uncomfortable look before speaking to Tarwyn.
‘Did he have a dagger on him?’
The tall Gorvic bobbed his head, his voice laconic.
‘He never drew it though, it’s still in his belt.’
‘Very well. We’ll dig a pit for the body and throw the knife in with him. I know we need swords but he ought to have something to give to Annwn.’
Gawan couldn’t help but sneer at that.
‘Why waste time and iron? Do any of you think this bastard would ever cross the bridge in safety?’
The others shuffled uncertainly for a moment. They must have known that the chances of Annwn allowing such a man into the Otherworld were slim, but nevertheless they were clearly feeling awkward. Tarwyn, his eyes serious, spoke for them.
‘Likely he would not, but that is not for us to say.’
Gwydion and the others nodded their agreement. Gawan scowled. Truth be told they had a fair point, but few men hated the Gaians more than Gawan son of Dearg. He shrugged his shoulders.
‘Very well. Let’s get him off those roots and onto some clear earth.’
Pryder wrestled the tunic from him before Tarwyn and Gwydion took an armpit each and hauled the legionary up, his head lolling forward. He wasn’t that large a man and the two Gorvicae were strong, and they moved him to the open ground with relative ease. Gawan didn’t pause even for a heartbeat. In a single smooth motion he drew Heartreaver from its sheath and brought it down onto the Gaian’s neck, severing the head in one stroke.
It hit the ground with a dull thud and rolled in the dirt. Gwydion and Tarwyn dropped the body in shock, the headless corpse crashing onto the grass. Both men stumbled a pace and then glared at Gawan. They knew his skill well enough to know they had been in no danger from his blade but they looked at him with quiet anger all the same. The First Man ignored their disapproval and then ignored his aching legs as he leaned down. He grabbed a fistful of dark hair and picked up the dripping head before gesturing contemptibly at the body.
‘Bury that much of him if you wish.’ He tossed the head to Pryder who almost fumbled it, clearly discomfited. ‘Find an old spear and stick that on it, and put it on the road facing back east.’
Gawan doubted many Gaians would be travelling this way by road but if even one of them saw it the message it was enough. The younger Gorvic seemed ill at ease but didn’t want to contradict him, and the injured Hewin came to his rescue.
‘Hand it here lad. We’ll go back to the road together then you can come back here with some spades.’
Pryder nodded thankfully to the big man and took his pony’s reins. The two men left the clearing, leaving the other three in an uncomfortable silence. Tarwyn made as if to speak but Gawan cut him off.
‘Someone will bury the head too sooner or later, and then this damned Gaian can go to wherever it is his gods like to send murderers.’
Neither Tarwyn nor Gwydion seemed particularly appeased but neither one argued back either. Gawan sighed. He didn’t like having to throw his weight around, but soft warriors were no good to anyone and these cursed Gaians had earned no kinder fate. This one could wander blind for a while as he searched for his afterlife, and have his head back when some passerby took pity on his spirit. Gawan felt no sympathy for the soul of such a man as for a moment he remembered Nantwyn, and the dreadful slaughter he had witnessed there at their hands. Let him travel to the next world in a dozen bloody pieces. It’s no more than the bastard deserves.”