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horse more spur, and they accelerated to a canter. The great horse made the earth shake.
     
     
    Near Lorica – A Golden Bear
     
    She was being hunted. She could smell the horse, hear its shod hooves moving on the spring earth, and she could
feel
its pride and its faith in the killer on its
back.
    After months of degradation and slavery, torture and humiliation she would happily have turned and fought the steel-clad war man. Glory for her if she defeated him, and a better death than she
had imagined in a long time. But her cub mewed at her. The cub – it was all for the cub. She had been captured because they could not run and she would not leave them, and she had endured for
them.
    She only had one left.
    She was the smaller of the two, and the gold of her fur was brighter, and she was on the edge of exhaustion, suffering from dehydration and panic. She had lost the power of speech and could only
mew like a dumb animal. Her mother feared she might have lost it for life.
    But she had to try. The very blood in her veins cried out that she had to try to save her young.
    She picked the cub up in her teeth the way a cat carried a kitten, and ran again, ignoring the pain in her paws.
     
     
    Lorica – Ser Mark Wishart
     
    The knight cantered around the western edge of the woods and saw the river stretching away in a broad curve. He saw the shambing golden creature in the late sunlight, gleaming
like a heraldic beast on a city shield. The bear was running flat out. And so very beautiful, Wild. Feral.
    ‘Oh, Bess,’ he said. For a moment he considered just letting the bear go.
    But that was not what he had vowed.
    His charger’s ears pricked forward. He raised his sword, Bess rumbled into a gallop and he slammed his visor closed.
    Bess was faster than the bear. Not much faster, but the great female was hampered by her cub and he could see that her rear paws were mangled and bloody.
    He began to run her down as the ground started to slope down towards the broad river. It was wide here, near the sea, and it smelled of brine at the turn of the tide. He set himself in his
saddle and raised his sword—
    Suddenly, the bear released her cub to tumble deep into some low bushes, and turned like a great cat pouncing – going from prey to predator in the beat of a human heart.
    She rose on her haunches as he struck at her – and she was faster than any creature he’d ever faced. She swung with all her weight in one great claw-raking blow, striking at his
horse, even as his blow cut through the meat of her right forepaw and into her chest – cut deep.
    Bess was already dead beneath him.
    He went backwards over his high crupper, as he’d been taught to. He hit hard, rolled, and came to his feet. He’d lost his sword – and lost sight of the bear. He found the
dagger at his waist and drew it even as he whirled. Too slow.
    She hit him. The blow caught him in the side, and threw him off his feet, but his breastplate held the blow and the claws didn’t rake him. By luck he rolled over his sword, and got to his
feet with it in his fist. Something in his right leg was badly injured – maybe broken.
    The bear was bleeding.
    The cub mewed.
    The mother looked at the cub. Looked at him. Then she ran, picked the cub up in her mouth and ran for the river. He watched until she was gone – she jumped into the icy water and swam
rapidly away.
    He stood with his shoulders slumped, until his breathing began to steady. Then he walked to his dead horse, found his unbroken flask, and drank all the rest of the contents.
    He said a prayer for a horse he had loved.
    And he waited to be found.
     
     
    West of Lissen Carak – Thorn
     
    A two hundred leagues north-west, Thorn sat under a great holm-oak that had endured a millennium. The tree rose, both high and round, and its progeny filled the gap between the
hills closing down from the north and the ever deeper Cohocton River to the south.
    Thorn sat cross-legged on the ground. He no