“Then Alba sniffed at the sword, making it flare silver, and she heard a voice in her ear: “Courage, daughter.” She looked round in sudden hope but saw only sunlight slanting through the trees. This must be a test, she decided, to see if she was worthy of carrying the Sword of Light. Perhaps her father’s ghost was watching to see what she would do next? She smiled grimly. Things had changed since last time the Saxons had captured them. Pushing the mare’s nose away, she quickly used her cloak... to rub herself dry, then dragged on her armour over her wet sackdress and vaulted into the saddle. She headed out of the trees gripping Excalibur tightly. The Saxon boats seemed to be dredging the river, but their nets had become hopelessly tangled in the reeds. While their grumbling crews tried to sort out the mess, Rhianna cantered Alba down to the water’s edge and galloped past them across the surface of the river in a silver spray. The men looked up when they heard the mare’s splashing hooves and their mouths dropped open in disbelief.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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