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
‘And see through it for what it is.’
Don Pedro’s confidence grew. ‘Sir Thomas, your fighting skills are beyond question, but politics is more than a blade with courage behind it. Galicia is the last province loyal to me. I must ride into its capital and receive the blessing and sacrament from the Archbishop and the acceptance of its people. It is better for me to meet your Prince knowing I have a province that will support and honour me because if we are to return in force and reclaim my throne then it might be through Galicia.’
Blackstone knew it was an argument to be considered. If the Prince of Wales put a rightful king back on his throne, no matter how unlikeable the man, he would have to bring an army either through the Pyrenees and the Kingdom of Navarre, which by now would have sided with the French and Henry of Trastámara, or land at a northern port in Galicia.
‘King Edward’s Master of War and the Prince’s choice to save the Kingdom of Castile and León might hold sway with the Archbishop,’ said Don Pedro.
The King had manoeuvred Blackstone into a corner. ‘And if he still won’t agree?’
‘Then you have tried and I will ride to Corunna.’ He paused for a moment, turning to warm himself at the fire. ‘And by the time we return to Spain there might be another archbishop more willing to offer his support and blessings.’
CHAPTER SEVENTY
While Blackstone’s men established camp their captains arranged food, clean cooking water and wine from the villagers. Once his men knew that he was to make an appeal to the Archbishop many wanted to ride with him. The cathedral gave them all a chance to be blessed and shriven in one of the most venerated places in Europe. Blackstone denied them their sudden desire for religion. Allowing war-weary, battle-hardened men into a city the size of Santiago de Compostela with its inns and prostitutes, merchants and money changers was a risk too far now that Blackstone was an emissary of the King.
Blackstone bathed as John Jacob attempted to clean his gambeson, cloak and hose.
‘John and I will come with you, Thomas,’ said Killbere. ‘Religion has a strange way of slipping like sweat off a pilgrim’s back when they see a knight who looks as though he carries a full purse.’
‘Gilbert, this is no time for whoring and drink. What I told the men goes the same for you. We are there to seek an understanding.’