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
There were none. It was a simple plan. Find and kill the enemy or draw them back to Will Longdon’s archers. They returned to their men.
‘Gilbert?’ said Blackstone. ‘Is there a better way?’
‘It’s exactly what I would do,’ said Killbere. ‘Except...’
Blackstone waited.
‘I would eat first.’
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Beyard armed himself, allowing Lázaro to help him tug on his mail and then strap on his sword belt. Tears welled in the boy’s eyes but he held them back. When a dog has spent a life being beaten any act of kindness is rewarded with an undying loyalty and it seemed no different with the boy. He was frail for his age, his spirit broken. Now the signs of his recovery looked to be threatened again.
‘I must fight for Sir Thomas. You understand that, don’t you? Just like he fought for us when we were rescued?’
Lázaro nodded.
‘Then you know that there is no choice and we must find our courage.’
The lad stammered, his words blockaded by fear. ‘I... do not... want you... hurt, my lord.’
‘I have good men with me. We have fought together for many years. We are like brothers. You’ll be safe here. Master Will Longdon and Master Halfpenny are the best of comrades. They are men of strength and bravery. You must find such things within yourself. Halif ben Josef will be your companion when I am gone. I will ask him to tell you tales of cities and places that you have never been.’
Lázaro nodded but did not relax his grip on Beyard’s arm. ‘Come back... my... lord. Will you... p-p-promise?’
Beyard placed his hand over the boy’s white knuckles. ‘It is God and my destiny that decide such things. Just as we were saved together and rescued from torture and death. Shall we make a pact?’
Tears overcame the boy’s resolve and cut lines through the grime in his face. ‘A pact?’
‘Yes. An agreement that we pledge to each other. If I return you will tell me and Sir Thomas everything.’ He saw uncertainty on the boy’s face. ‘It is time for us to know the truth, Lázaro. Shall that be our pact?’
The boy released his grip and smeared away the tears. ‘I... will... tell you.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Renfred and his half-dozen men followed the riderless horse at a distance. It became confused at times and stopped, losing its sense of direction. It grazed and then trotted off again when the breeze shifted, led on when its instincts returned. Renfred waited patiently and followed downwind in case the horse caught their scent and turned back, seeking companionship and safety with their mounts.