[Folwren]

The horses were loping side by side. Erbrand was on Eodwine’s right and Thornden on his left.

“Nay, my lord,” Thornden said, “we are too frightened to speak! Save now, of course.” He was actually trying to think of a way to stop Eodwine’s horse without hurting any people or animals.

Erbrand apparently came up with a usable plan, for he suddenly sped forward and cut his horse in, swerving towards Flíthaf’s off shoulder. The maneuver forced Flíthaf to shorten his stride and swerve towards Thornden and his horse.

In an instant, the opportunity was taken hold of. Thornden seized the back of Eodwine’s saddle and with one swift movement, leaped from his horse onto Flíthaf’s back. He reached about Eodwine and grappled with his arms, trying to wrest them away from Saeryn’s waist. Flíthaf, burdened with the weight of three people, and two of them full grown men and warriors, slowed his pace considerably. Erbrand finally got hold of his bridle and the two horses stopped.

“Help me get him down,” Thornden gasped. “Or at least get him to let go of her, so you can get her.”