Chapter 49
Bradamante mounted Egalite. The rain pounded harder than ever. She was grateful not to have to wear the leather hood anymore. She swept the water from her eyes and confided in her horse.
“Egalite, I’m tired. I need you to help me. Don’t go too fast. Be careful. Help me stay on.”
She looked across the quickly-darkening field. She could see the outline of Ganelon’s black stallion against the horizon. She raised her gaze and found Ganelon staring at her. He was watching everything she did. She felt strangely exposed—vulnerable. She wished she were still wearing the hood after all.
The fieldman gave her a spear. “The tip’s been capped,” he said. “Lord Ganelon’s, too.”
Bradamante sheathed her dull sword and gripped the spear in her right hand. Her right arm still felt weak from
