'Drink.' Samel handed him a water-skin and shook his head as Uther gulped greedily. 'Slow down, lad, you'll make yourself sick.' He was grinning as Uther pulled the water skin from his mouth coughing and spluttering. 'There, told you so… now, are you ready?'
'Ready? Ready for what?' Uther glanced out to where the fighting could still be heard, knowing what Samel was going to say but unsure if he could summon the energy to return to the fight. Samel merely nodded and pulled Uther back up.
They rounded the hill, the chariot rumbling and jumping beneath them, and saw a group of the Saxons were attempting to rally and come back, driving Pict warriors before them. It was only a moment later that the chariot slammed into them.
Twice more, Uther and Samel led the other chariots back into the f
