A Yarmdon Puppeteer - Part 6

He wasn't sure whether he imagined a few of those disdainful glances that the men gave him at that order, for when he looked to be sure of it, they were already gone. Nor did he really have the time to worry about such things. The Yarmdon men that came for his head, despite being footsoldiers, were mightily fast.

The Count wheeled his horse around, and put his heels to his side to make his hasty getaway.

A sudden attack from the rear, however, cut him short. Ten cavalry men hit them, seemingly out of nowhere, parting Count Thrush and half of his bodyguard from the rest of them, trapping them in place.

He recognized the face of Ser Icon in an instant. It made him red with fury to see the smile that sat there, as if he had been ever so cunning with his planning, and as if there was nothing Count Thrush could possibly do now to see himself escaping.