Chapter Eight – Romans'Stop! Usher, I'm falling off. Slow down! Usherrr. For pity's sake!' Cal's grip finally slipped and with a drawn-out wail, he fell from the trotting horse, landing in a painful heap on the path.
They had been travelling at a trot for some time, aware that a party of Pict warriors, and a Saxon with murderous intentions was in pursuit, and it hadn't been easy. Right from the start the horse had let them know it didn't like two people bouncing about on its back. It continually tried to break into a gallop, twisting its head from side to side, as Usher heaved back, sawing on the reins trying to bring it under control. It had been a constant battle between horse and rider since they had set off, during which Cal had been bouncing about, holding on as best he could.
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