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
Álvaraz nudged his horse towards Blackstone as his men went among the fallen to kill any badly wounded men and horses. ‘They will not be fooled again, Sir Thomas.’
‘They don’t have to be. If we’re lucky, the King’s route ahead is safe now.’
‘Then we ride back to the King. What of the villagers?’
‘Let them keep the silk and cloth,’ said Blackstone. ‘It’s a small payment for their courage. If they head west, they have a better chance. Du Guesclin rides for Burgos to join Hugh Calveley. The routiers are behind us. They won’t stay at Burgos long. They’ll soon be on our heels and at the gates of Seville. Don Pedro lives another day but by nightfall he will have lost the crown. They will declare Henry of Trastámara king in the cathedral.’
Álvaraz looked miserable. ‘I would be in your debt if you told him. If I deliver the news they will leave my body hanging at the next crossroads.’
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
They caught up with Don Pedro and Killbere two days later as they camped for the night before entering Seville the following day.
‘The King rides with the Moors and ignores us,’ said Killbere.
Blackstone handed the bastard horse’s reins to John Jacob and then plunged his hands into the bucket of water that Lázaro had carried to him when he saw the men return. Blackstone sluiced the grime from his face, running fingers through his hair. ‘The damned French are giving chase.’
‘Du Guesclin?’ said Killbere.
‘And five hundred men.’ He glanced to where Álvaraz waited before going to the King’s tent. ‘There was a skirmish but I’ll tell you later. We need to push harder, Gilbert, and I need to tell the King.’
‘He did listen to you – he rides late into the day and breaks camp early.’
‘Then he needs to listen more.’ Blackstone beckoned Álvaraz and strode across the camp to where the King’s tent stood apart from the men. Killbere watched them go.
‘Will?’
Will Longdon turned from where he was addressing his archers. ‘Sir Gilbert?’
‘How close was it?’
The centenar walked over and shook his head. ‘They would have trampled us to death in the first charge.’ He told Killbere how Blackstone had used the retreating villagers to fool du Guesclin. ‘Mark my words,’ said Longdon, ‘we looked into the face of death as certain as I am facing you.’