The Swift Horsemen

[Stildawn]

Despite galloping out of camp as soon as Christain got over the first crest he slowed to a walk, his survival depended on the speed of his excellent horse, something not to be squandered on impatience.

He went north north east, into the unknown where most of the reports of Saxons were coming from the direction of Lincoln, if the Saxons army to attack them here was from Lincoln they had to be in this direction.

Christain was careful, he went slowly, keeping to the open and away from gullies of forested areas, before each rise he would slow, often dismounting and crawling to the crest to peer over.

It was slow going, but it would keep him alive.

[Stildawn]

Christain was well away from the Norman army now as he moved along a ridge just below the crest so as to remain hidden. He planned to stop at a small group of trees ahead.

As he came to stop he dismounted for what seemed like the hundreth time he thought as he sighed getting down on his belly to crawl to the crest, it was hard work crawling he thought as he reached forward to pull himself into a point where he could see over the crest.

'Ahhh finally' he thought silently as he spotted a small group of what looked like Saxons, the infantry had obviously been sent out to gather food as they were carrying a sack of grain and one of them lead a goat. Christain watched for a moment more as they moved off in a certain direction.

Rolling back down hill to his horse Christain quickly mounted and moved off to follow them, he must be careful to remain unseen until they lead him to the Saxon army...

[Dead Sun]

Rolled a 2: Captured.