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
‘Ten thousand and more routiers are coming under the command of Sir Hugh Calveley, Bertrand du Guesclin, Matthew Gourney – these names are known to you, your grace. The Count of la Marche, le Bègue de Villaines, Arnoul d’Audrehem – I could name a dozen others. Men of France, Spain and England, destroying everything in their path because they seek your death and are being well paid for it. They want your gold, silver and treasure. This man who stands with me is Sir Gilbert Killbere. He has fought at our King and Prince’s side and he is a veteran knight who knows what these men plan. I prize his experience beyond all measure, as do our King and Prince,’ Blackstone said, boosting Killbere’s status in one easy breath. ‘If you will not believe me then let him speak.’
Don Pedro did not notice the slight flexing of Killbere’s shoulders as Blackstone laid on him the burden of persuading the King. The monarch looked as though he needed no more convincing but he nodded, the misery of the looming truth already creasing his features.
‘Sire,’ Killbere bowed again. ‘One group has already cut off Granada and turns north towards you. Hugh Calveley will not try to come through the mountain passes: he travels the same route we did, through the valley of the Ebro. We crossed the river at Miranda de Ebro. Thousands of men are less than one hundred miles away. If they ride slowly to save their horses, they will be here in four days or less. Once he reaches here, he will join up with those from the south. They will encircle you.’
Killbere’s information had the effect Blackstone desired. The King sprang to his feet. The collective groan from the courtiers and the shocked look on the women’s faces meant they finally understood the imminent threat to their lives. Blackstone watched Velasquita. She showed no sign of surprise or panic. She glanced quickly at him, catching him by surprise as if she knew he had been watching her. She smiled. Blackstone felt the visceral chill plunge from his chest to his gut. Ice cold. The chill felt moments before battle.
And then the warmth of arousal.
Blood pounding, welcoming the fight ahead.