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
‘The blessing was having strong men determined to fight harder than the enemy with a sword arm that never tired.’
William Ashford smiled. ‘That too. I must get to my men.’
‘Did you see Renfred anywhere?’
‘He’s not here?’
‘No.’
‘You think he fell in the fight?’
‘I don’t know.’
Ashford went on to his men as Blackstone stood gazing at the devastation on the battlefield. Behind him smoke rose from campfires; men prepared food and quaffed wine. Others stripped and bathed in the river. Servants hastily erected pavilions for the noblemen who would return with de Montfort. The aftermath of battle: the banality of everyday duties.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jack Halfpenny and his archers were on the battlefield pulling arrows from the dead so that the shafts might be used again when the victorious John de Montfort returned with Chandos. A sergeant-at-arms and his men escorted a bound prisoner. Men gathered to watch the wretched man manhandled up to de Montfort’s pavilion. Halfpenny ran hard and fast uphill to where Blackstone and Killbere sat with John Jacob next to their fire. Killbere was reclining, an arm across his eyes as he dozed. Remnants of de Montfort’s army were scattered haphazardly across the fields: fires lit, food cooked, men claimed by exhaustion and relief at being alive and, for many, without serious wounds. It was only Blackstone’s men who had regrouped and formed a tight body. If a command were given to rise up and take arms, only they would be ready.
‘Jack?’ said Blackstone as the distressed archer reached them.
‘Sir Thomas, they’ve got Renfred. He’s going to hang.’
No sooner had Halfpenny spoken than Blackstone and Killbere were on their feet.
‘Who’s going to hang him?’ said Killbere.
‘Lord de Montfort.’
‘Where?’ said Blackstone buckling on Wolf Sword.
Jack Halfpenny pointed to the far end of the encampment where de Montfort and Chandos’s pavilions were surrounded by their knights and noblemen. Blackstone set off, his stride twice that of the others, who doubled their pace as they picked their way through the disorganized troops resting on the ground. Will Longdon and Meulon, who had been arguing about the merits of fat whores over that of skinny ones, saw Blackstone leading John Jacob, Halfpenny and Killbere. The veteran archer and throat-cutter sensed trouble and went after them. Blackstone’s men rose and followed like a ripple of danger lifting a flock of birds from the ground.