'It's Yours for the Asking'

i stabbed a soldier so fiercely in the back that the point came under his mid rib, and the red blood spurted to his horse's ears. When i turned away my eyes and did not move, surely it seemed as though her heart would have broken three more paces the war horse made. And then with the spring of a leopard thirsting for blood, i was alongside of him, another bound, and i was on the crupper behind. I laughed to see them scrambling and struggling into their seats two or three men to every warrior who got safely up. And we soon left them far behind. Down into the dip we rode, my good horse, spurning in his