The Black Robe (The Sword And The Spell) - Plot & Excerpts
Across the river the remnants of his army waded through the shallows, their blood colouring the water with long red streamers. Men staggered through the knee high water propping themselves up on pike staffs or clutching comrades for support whilst trying to stop blood pumping from their wounds. Closer to shore, those who had run first were pulling themselves out of the water and collapsing onto the dry land like so many beached fish. They were less bloody having seen the way the battle was going and making a hasty withdrawal before the enemy were in amongst them.On the far side of the river the real soldiers still stood their ground holding back the enemy which stood ten deep. The foot soldiers with their long shields and stabbing swords still held the centre and mounted guards still protected the sides but it was hopeless, despite his plans. In the end it was numbers which had made the difference.He watched as the front line began to withdraw, pulling back step by step and leaving a line of wounded in front of them to be finished off by the advancing enemy.
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