The two wagons were stopped, blocking the road, and Casca stood next to these waiting patiently for the approaching men. All the others were away from the road, having taken the horses and had ridden out of sight over a nearby rise in the land. Casca had donned his armor and now stood in front of the wagons, watching as the seven armed men closed in. At a signal from the leader, who was the man in the center, the two outermost men on each wing rode wide and strung their bows, angling in from left and right. The three others carried on with their approach. They halted thirty feet away and studied the lone man, dressed in his armor and holding his sword. “Are you Casca-Badahur?” the leader barked. “I am,” Casca said, keeping one eye on the circling flank men. “I assume you’ve been sent by the governor to make sure I don’t reach my destination.” The leader pulled a face. “Where are the others?”
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