The great warrior fumed silently, and exhaled audibly before continuing.
"Just as I thought! Too cowardly to speak. The only flood I see," he
gestured contemptuously at the red-stained figures of Si'Wren and her
stallion, with his white-spattered and foam-flecked, blood-streaked
forequarters, "is the blood of our enemies!"
He waited, and then added impatiently, "Well? What have you to say?"
Suffering increasingly from shock and exhaustion from her wound and the
hard ride, Si'Wren's face remained unreadable, and her eyes seemed
somehow not to see him at all, even as she regarded him steadily.
Suddenly Kadrug raised his spear and shook it menacingly in Si'Wren's
direction. Si'Wren remained frozen, trembling greatly, and when he made
a fierce, menacing expression of hideous anger, her eyes widened, but
she still remained immobile.
Then, tilting his hoary head back in an imperious look of emboldened
masculine hauteur, Kadrug lifted his reins and prodded his horse once
with his heels, starting the animal slowly towards her.
At last, Si'Wren moved. Motivated by fear of capture--and worse, she
jerked sharply back on her left rein and kicked smartly with her left
heel into his still-heaving flank. The black exploded into action,
pivoting around towards the unseen bank of the river as Si'Wren dug
into his sides with her heels and reached back at the same time to
strike her horse's rump a quick sharp slap.
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