Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Two
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He was being allowed to leave.
Alberti frowned – saw the ring, and froze.
‘You have something for me, Maestro?’ Swan asked. He held out his hand.
Alberti sighed – and then chuckled. ‘Fortuna is a fickle whore,’ he said. ‘Here – a new code.’
Swan nodded. ‘My thanks, Maestro. In return – I found something of yours, and left it in the south tower guardroom.’
‘What would that be?’ Alberti asked.
‘Something I suspect you’d rather remained hidden,’ Swan said. ‘I will look forward to your letters, Maestro. As will Cardinal Bessarion.’ Swan swung his armoured leg up and over his cantle and planted himself in his saddle.
Behind him, seventy-five men and a few women were formed to march. The spring sun glinted on their armour, and Bessarion’s banner floated at their head.
They made a fine company, and at the sight he found himself grinning from ear to ear.
‘Ready to march?’ he called.
Ser Columbino shouted ‘ready’ and was echoed – a high-pitched echo from one of Malatesta’s servants, and a deep echo from Peter. And Di Vecchio, the officer of the Malatesta men-at-arms. Swan barely knew him.
Swan swung his arm. ‘Let’s go to Venice,’ he said. He waved his hand at the arch of the gate, and the column swung into motion.
He felt almost smug with his triumph. He cringed a little as he rode through the gatehouse, but as he led his company out of the streets of the Wolf’s city and along the dry road towards Venice, it was all he could do not to grin from ear to ear.
Peter rode up beside him. ‘I really thought we might die there,’ he said.
‘Me, too,’ said Swan.
‘I think we might now live to be slaughtered by the Turks,’ Peter went on. He laughed.
Swan laughed with him.
They rode in companionable silence, with the sweet martial music of the jingle of horse harness and the creak of wheels behind them.
They rode almost a league.
Then Peter turned in the saddle. ‘I have just one question,’ he said.
Swan smiled, at peace with the world. ‘Ask me anything,’ he said.
Peter nodded. ‘Who is the young woman pretending to be a man? Riding with the Malatesta boy?’
Swan looked back through the rising dust – and saw the governess.
He cursed.
1 A roncey or rouncey was a small riding horse in the Middel Ages, possibly named for a district in France.
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