Spread from MY STORY: A HAIL OF ARROWS
by Michael Cox
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There was a massive explosion and pieces of jagged wood, metal and chunks of earth began to rain down on everyone. What followed is a bit of a blur, but I do remember that there was some vicious hand-to-hand fighting before I eneded up on the ground with the big, mad-looking Frenchman on top of me. I think that if brave Davy Gam hadn’t come to my aid, my attacker would have had the better of me, but our little Welsh leader laid into him so ferociously that I believe even a full-grown ox wouldn’t have survived this onslaught. Soon the man lay lifeless at Davy’s feet. Apart from receiving some painful bruising about my face and chest and two deep and bloody cuts on my neck, I was otherwise unharmed. After having my wounds bandaged by Wynn I shakily rose to my feet and attempted to gather my wits.
Just after this we found Harry. He was lying face down, and embedded in his back was a large piece of jagged metal, possibly part of an iron band from a cartwheel. His head was twisted awkwardly to one side and his eyes had a strange misty look to them. As he lay there, shivering and groaning, his fingers clawing desperately at the earth, he attempted to raise himself on his hands and knees. It was then that we saw that the jagged metal had passed right through him.
“I think I’m dying,” he said, turning his head and giving us a look I’ll never forget. “I wish my ma were here to make me better. Tell her I love her, will you?” And then he slumped down again.
From My Story: A Hail of Arrows. Copyright © 2003 by Michael Cox. All rights reserved.
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