Chapter 3
Gift from a Crow'His foot. Spirits man, tie it off… hold the horse still or for the life of me…' Uther heard the exchange although couldn't see Sir Ector and the other men as they continued the task of binding him to his horse, tugging him to and fro so he felt as if his head might burst. Humiliating it may be, but with his energies still much reduced, he was most certainly unable to keep his seat for any length of time without the aid of wood and hemp to hold him in place. He gasped as the horse took fright. It skittered and danced beneath him, and he was thrown somewhat violently to the side. It was all he could do to stay upright even though he had already been tied quite securely to the saddle. Thankfully, the beast settled, and he silently gave thanks to the spirits that i
