The Cossacks had clearly expected the redcoats to break and run as the line of powerful horses bore down on them. The Cossacks had turned fast, their even ranks as precise as when they first charged. The gaps in their formation had been closed and their files were ordered, as if not a single ride...
He was nervous. His clothes did not help. He was dressed in a wide-brimmed hat with an enormous white feather on its crown. His baggy doublet and hose were of bright purple, and a wide white collar was draped around his neck. A straight rapier hung at his hip, held in place by a polished black le...
