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
De Hayle called to one of the others. ‘Burn it. We ride for Burgos.’ He went back into the night as the man smashed an oil lamp and sprinkled it across the bedding and furniture. He kicked free the burning logs from the fire and spread them onto the oil. After a few moments the oil caught, tongues licking across the floor, catching the muslin window covers.
Ben Josef’s anguish turned to anger. ‘I saved you! I saved your life!’
Tibalt looked at the stricken man. ‘You took my arm. That’s what saved me. Perhaps it will do the same for you.’
He swung hard and fast and severed ben Josef’s arm at the elbow.
The elderly man gasped and vomited. He slumped unconscious. Flames raced across the floor and caught his gown.
‘The debt’s repaid, old man. You saved me from the pain of a slow death. I do the same for you.’
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Velasquita stood high in the castle, looking out of her window. The sound of horses’ hooves drifted up the steep streets. Satisfaction glowed within her. Her heartbeat raced. She had seen a vision of the future and now the final journey would take place. The King would flee, his enemies would be victorious and she would use the killers she had drawn to her to wreak more havoc. The missing witness was her only concern. Where was the boy Lázaro? Had de Hayle found him? The fool had gone against her wishes and sought out the man sent by the English Prince. She had warned him. She had seen the unfolding slaughter. But de Hayle had survived. She knew it as surely as if she had been at the battle and witnessed it. However, not everything was clear. At times, as in a misted mirror, she could not see what lay behind the veil. The boy. He eluded her. He was too well hidden. Perhaps already dead.
The men rode into sight. The resolute figure of their leader projected his strength ahead of him. Look, her thoughts commanded. Up here. I am waiting for you. I have already felt your sweat on my body. I already know when and where it will end. Look, here.
Blackstone raised his face to the high turret.
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