Miles away from the circus, praise the Light [Monday, Fandom time]
It had taken them the better part of a day to chase down the traitor from Valan Luca's Pain in the Bloody Arse Circus of All of Mat's Money and Far Too Much of Mat's Bloody Time.
She'd taken a horse--but, Mat's luck had been with them, not a saddle--and she wasn't used to riding bareback.
Mat and his men had caught up with her two hills and a bridge from Coramen, the nearest stronghold of the Seanchan (and people who would be very bloody interested in knowing where the Daughter of the Nine Moons had stashed herself. Or had been stashed. At least he'd let her out of the rug. She couldn't ask for nicer than that.)
She'd been maybe 200 paces from them, but it might as well have been miles. She only had to reach the crest of the hill and the sentries at Coramen would see her on the horizon. Mat's heart was practically in his throat. He was out of options.
"My lord?" one of the Band asked. Mat felt something flicker and die inside him. The dice in his head rolled like thunder. "Shoot," he said, and did not close his eyes when the man fired the crossbow.
And that made three women that he had killed. Never again, he vowed as she toppled from the hill and into the stream. If I die for it, never again.
He sighed heavily. "Back to the flaming circus."
[OOC: Borrowed from the Crossroads of Twilight. Next month, a new book! Be glad. Be VERY glad.]
She'd taken a horse--but, Mat's luck had been with them, not a saddle--and she wasn't used to riding bareback.
Mat and his men had caught up with her two hills and a bridge from Coramen, the nearest stronghold of the Seanchan (and people who would be very bloody interested in knowing where the Daughter of the Nine Moons had stashed herself. Or had been stashed. At least he'd let her out of the rug. She couldn't ask for nicer than that.)
She'd been maybe 200 paces from them, but it might as well have been miles. She only had to reach the crest of the hill and the sentries at Coramen would see her on the horizon. Mat's heart was practically in his throat. He was out of options.
"My lord?" one of the Band asked. Mat felt something flicker and die inside him. The dice in his head rolled like thunder. "Shoot," he said, and did not close his eyes when the man fired the crossbow.
And that made three women that he had killed. Never again, he vowed as she toppled from the hill and into the stream. If I die for it, never again.
He sighed heavily. "Back to the flaming circus."
[OOC: Borrowed from the Crossroads of Twilight. Next month, a new book! Be glad. Be VERY glad.]