A Secret History (Book Of Ash, Book 1) by Mary Gentle

By Mary Gentle

Bankruptcy One"Gentlemen, stated Ash, "shut your faces!"The clatter of helmet visors shutting sounded all alongside the road of horsemen.Beside her, Robert Anselm paused along with his hand to his throat, approximately to thrust the laminated plate of his metal bevor up into its locking place over his mouth and chin. "Boss, our lord hasn't advised us we will be able to assault them . . ."Ash pointed. "Who provides a fuck? That's an opportunity down there and we're taking it!"Ash's sub-captain Anselm used to be the single rider except herself in complete armor. the remainder of the eighty-one fixed knights wore helmets, bevors, strong leg armor -- the legs of a guy on horseback being very susceptible -- and inexpensive physique armor, the small overlapping steel plates sewn right into a jacket referred to as a brigandine.""Form up!"Ash's voice sounded muffled in her personal ears via the silver hair she wore braided up as an arming-cap, padding the interior of her metal sallet. Her voice used to be now not as deep as Anselm's. It got here resonant from her small, deep chest hollow space; piercing; it sounds an octave above any noise of conflict other than cannon. Ash's males can continually pay attention Ash.Ash driven her personal bevor up and locked, keeping mouth and chin. For the instant, she left the visor of her sallet up in order that she may see greater. The horsemen jostled round her in a packed mass at the churned earth of the slope. Her males, in her company's livery: on geldings of quite often medium to reliable quality.Down the slope in entrance of her, an enormous makeshift city littered the river valley. vibrant less than midday sun, walled with wagons chained jointly, and full of pennon-flying pavilions and thirty thousand males, girls and luggage animals inside of it -- the Burgundian military. Their camp large enough (confirmed rumorhad it) to have "two of its personal markets ...You might infrequently see the little battered walled city of Neuss contained in the enclosing army.Neuss: a 10th the dimensions of the attacking forces camped round it. The besieged city rested precariously inside of its gates -- rubble, now -- and in the back of its moats and the large conserving Rhine river. past the Rhine valley, pine-knotted German hills glowed gray-green within the June heat.Ash tilted her visor all the way down to colour her eyes from the daylight. a bunch of approximately fifty riders moved at the open floor among the Burgundian camp that besieged Neuss and her personal Imperial camp that (theoretically) was once right here to alleviate town. Even at this distance Ash may perhaps see the men's Burgundian livery: purple criss-cross slashes, the go of St. Andrew.Robert Anselm introduced his bay round in a neat circle. His loose hand gripped the company's normal: the azure Lion Passant Guardant on a box Or. "They may be attempting to sucker us down, boss."Deep within the pit of her abdominal, expectation and worry churned. the massive iron-gray gelding, Godluc, shifted less than her, responding. As regularly in probability ambushes, the suddenness, the experience of moments slipping away and a call to be made --"No. no longer a trick. They're overconfident. Fifty fastened males -- that's a person out with simply an escort. He thinks he's secure. they believe we're not likely to assault them, simply because we haven't struck a blow considering us and Emperor-bleeding-Frederick came 3 weeks ago." She hit the excessive entrance of the warfare saddle with the heel of her gauntleted hand, became to Anselm, grinning. "Robert, inform me what you "don't see.""Fifty fixed males, such a lot in complete harness, don't see any infantry, no crossbowmen, don't see anyhackbutters, don't see any archers -- "don't see any archers!"Ash couldn't cease grinning; she proposal her tooth should be all that was once noticeable below the shadow of her visor, and also you may well most likely see all of them the best way around the occupied simple to Neuss. ""Now you get it. whilst will we "ever get to do the natural knightly cavalry-against-cavalry cost in actual war?""-- with out being shot out of the saddle." His brows, seen below his visor, furrowed. "You sure?""If we don't take a seat the following with our thumbs up our arses, we will be able to seize them out at the box -- they can't come back to their camp in time. Now let's shift!"Anselm nodded decisive compliance.She squinted up on the darkish blue sky. Her armor, and the padded arming doublet and hose less than it, burned as though she stood in entrance of an armorer's furnace. Godluc's foam soaked his blue caparisons. the realm smelled of horse, dung, oil on steel, and the downwind stench of Neuss the place they'd been consuming rats and cats for 6 weeks now."I'm going to boil if I don't get out of this lot quickly, so let's "go!" She raised her plate-covered arm and jerked it down.Robert Anselm's thick-necked horse clipped its hind-quarters after which sprang ahead. the corporate regular lifted, gripped excessive in Anselm's armored gauntlet. Ash spurred Godluc into the thicket of raised lances and during, prior to her males, Anselm at her shoulder now, part a speed at the back of her trotting mount. She tapped the lengthy spurs again back. Godluc went from trot to canter The jolting shook her tooth to her bones and rattled the plates of her Milanese armor, and the wind whipped into her sallet and snatched the breath out of her nostrils.Percussive concussion shook the realm. the masses of steelhorseshoes amazing difficult earth threw up showers of clods. The noise went unheard, felt in her chest and bones instead of heard along with her ears; and the road of riders -- "her line, "her males, candy Christ dont allow me get this incorrect! -- amassed pace down the slope and out onto transparent flooring.

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Rick’s father knew the key men of his country, and reported what they were saying in the clubs. Lloyd George was the only one of the war chiefs who still held power, and he did it because he had no principles, but was able to say, with the most passionate fervor, the opposite of what he said the day before. The “little squirt of a Welsh lawyer” had wrecked his own party getting power, and now was the prisoner of the Conservatives; useful to them because he could talk Liberal, and that was necessary with a bitterly discontented electorate.

What was the use of a fellow’s having money if he couldn’t spend it on his friends? A genial device: Lanny would keep that thousand dollars in mind, and spend it over and over on anybody who had conscientious scruples against munitions profits! ” Lanny sent her a cable, offering to rent the house for Rick, and she said all right, and after he had done it Rick had to come. He made jokes in his old fashion, and spoke with his customary contempt of those whose artistic standards were beneath his own.

Wagstaffe’s tower was his wife, who held herself like a drill sergeant and looked at the rest of mankind through a lorgnette. They were just completing a Mediterranean cruise, and with them was their niece, Miss Nellie Wagstaffe.

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