'Try to kill my wife from hiding, would you, like a coward?' the horselord growled, squeezing harder.
The soldier gave up trying to remove Davrael from his back, and with a superhuman effort, he managed to roll over so that he was on top of Davrael, albeit on his back. He grabbed the horselord's wrists and pushed hard. He was a strong man, and managed to break Davrael's grip. He leaped to his feet, dragging in gulps of sweet air, but his throat was sore.
Davrael also leaped up and drew his knives quickly before the soldier had time to prepare himself, but the man was quick. Before Davrael was on him, he had his own sword drawn and was almost ready for the onslaught. Then a female voice came from the other side of the bush behind which the soldier had been hiding.
'Put up your sword, sol
