Chapters (96)
- Cover
- By David Gilman
- SHADOW OF THE HAWK
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- CHARACTER LIST
- Map
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- PART FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- PART FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- Author’s Notes
- About the Author
- An Invitation from the Publisher
Blackstone raised an arm and the column halted. Santos rode on oblivious that the men were no longer following. Blackstone glanced at Ariz, who looked uncertain. ‘Let him ride ahead alone for a while,’ he said. ‘Just in case.’
Ariz nodded. There was nothing he could do. He eased one hand from the reins as the stationary horse shifted its weight. He patted its neck by way of a distraction and then returned his hand to his belt, letting his hand curl around the knife there. If Blackstone suspected an ambush, then Ariz would slash and run. Blackstone watched the hawk a moment longer. He thought he glimpsed its yellow eyes glaring at him. It was a trick of the light, he decided. The hawk was too high but such a bird liked to hunt in forests and if there was woodland around the bend in the track on the other side of the plateau, then that’s where de Hayle’s men would be.
Santos finally realized that Blackstone was no longer following him. He turned in the saddle and the waiting men saw the look of alarm on his face. Confused, he hesitated. As Santos looked back and forth, Blackstone knew his instincts were correct. He lifted his shield onto his left arm, and his men followed his lead, all except Ariz, who knew their plan had been foiled.
‘Did you expect me to follow you and Santos to my death?’ said Blackstone.
Ariz swept the knife towards Blackstone’s face. Meulon, a yard behind him, struck him with his mace. Ariz slumped across his horse’s withers; the horse shied, tumbling him to the ground. Panicked, Santos spurred his horse away.
‘Drag him off the path,’ shouted Meulon, turning in his saddle towards two of the men.
‘Let’s flush them out!’ Blackstone said and spurred the bastard horse. There was a heave of saddle leather and jangle of horse bridle in a gathering surge of energy as horses’ hooves clattered on the stony path. Blackstone pulled Wolf Sword free, raised it high, ready to strike the moment they swept around the corner and charged into the men waiting to kill them.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Ranulph de Hayle saw the panicked Santos pound around the corner. He knew at once what had happened.