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Authors: Lisa Tawn Bergren

Tags: #teen, #Italy, #Medieval, #river of time, #Romance, #Waterfall, #torrent, #Time Travel

Cascade (11 page)

“By morning, Sienese forces shall assuredly move to our side to help protect our flanks.”

Right then, morning seemed a long, long time away.

“Our intention is to remain ten days,” he continued. “By God’s grace, no one else will take ill in those days and we’ll be free to return home.” His eyes slid to Signore Giannini, standing on his own, up the hill. “Signora Giannini refuses to come with us, not without Signore Giannini along.”

“But—” I began.

He raised up a hand to shush me. “There is no dissuading her, Gabriella,” he said softly. “She feels God has answered her prayers, that he is here at all…She feels it is her place to remain with him, either to a place of health or death.”

I shook my head. “She’s condemning herself,” I sputtered, “her children.”

“Speak not of what you do not know for certain. We shall pray that God will have mercy on all of them.” He turned back to the others. “Luca’s knights will take the lead. Once at the villa, you shall evacuate those inside and send them to Castello Forelli, under strict orders to tell no one where we have gone. Word must not get out. The Gianninis have been sworn to silence. But it’s all a game, really. A slim chance that we can keep this secret for long. And once it’s out…battle is bound to be upon us, peace treaty or not.”

 

We moved between the trees, a hundred yards from the main road, but it was pretty hard to hide twenty-eight people on horseback, even if we were in two groups. The deep shadows of dusk were creepy, making me jump every time I heard a woodpecker at a tree or the wind washing through the leaves. Marcello was on guard too, his big brown eyes wide and sober as his gaze swept from one side of us to the other.

He heard it before any of us did. “Riders coming, hard,” he growled over his shoulder. The word was passed along, and we all pulled our horses to a stop.

It was another couple of seconds before I heard the hoofbeats. It sounded like twenty horses. Along the road. Would they simply pass by? Were we deep enough in the woods that we wouldn’t be seen?

I held my breath and tried to listen over my heartbeat thundering in my ears. We couldn’t see them. We could only hear them.

And then the sound divided, clearly coming from two directions, swooping in at our front and back. Marcello’s scout arrived then, hunched over in his saddle, an arrow through his shoulder.

“Move into formation!” Marcello cried out to Luca. “Get the women to our center! Weapons at the ready!”

We had seconds at most. There was no time to flee. Besides, where were we to go where we wouldn’t be exposed? I just knew one thing: There was no way I was going to hang out behind the guys. If someone was taking us on, I was all in.

“Quickly, Lia, up into the trees with you,” I said, pulling at her elbow. From up above, her arrows would be most helpful against our attackers. And the tree limbs would give her a bit of protection.…

I leaned down, my fingers laced together in a makeshift stirrup. She put one slippered foot into my hands and braced against my shoulders. I lifted her up until she could reach the first branch, then she scurried upward, shifting her bow and arrows so they’d be out of her way.

“Gabriella!” Marcello barked. “Return at once to my side!”

I would’ve given him some sort of smart-aleck response, but the horses sounded like they were directly behind me as I ran to the circle of knights. A shiver ran down my back.

“They’ll know who we are as soon as they see the Forelli gold on our horses,” I said to him, as his eyes shifted to the expanse of wood before us and back to me.

“They know who we are already,” he said grimly, nodding to the fallen scout in his golden tunic. “You must not be captured. Do you understand me? Fight. To the death if you must.”

I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. This was not the kind of thing Marcello usually said to me. I knew he’d be beside me every moment. But it was what he
wasn’t
saying that bothered me most—that if it was Firenze coming our way and they captured me and Lia, we’d
wish
we were dead.

“You help take down one castle,” I muttered to myself, “and suddenly you’re on a hit list. Can’t these dudes just move on with their lives?”

“Gabriella,” Luca called to me, frowning at me over his shoulder. “Where is your sister?”

I pointed with my chin, up into the trees, and the worry on his face gave way to glee. “Well, if that is not the most beautiful squirrel in the wood, I know not—”

His words died as our enemies arrived. I lifted my sword higher, at the ready.

“Gabriella, get back,” Marcello said.

“Nay, you have need of every sword—”

They pounded out of the woods then, streaming toward us from three different directions. By the sound of it, I was sure they did the same on the other side. The first of them swept by us, striking at the six knights in front. Four knights moved forward to protect their fallen brothers as the next wave came by. I glanced up and swallowed hard. Still, they were arriving. How many? Thirty? Fifty?

They clearly knew who we were. Had they been hunting for just this opportunity to pounce on us? How far away were the Sienese? A tall, broad-shouldered knight with black hair pulled up on his reins, and his agitated horse circled. He stared hard at Marcello before digging his heels into the flanks of his horse and charging toward me.

Lord Greco.
What?
I thought angrily.
You trying to make a name for yourself, Big Boy? Attacking a group in search of refuge? Think that makes you a man? So much for your peace-seeking gig, huh?

But then I had another guy to contend with, coming at me from the left. He swung one of those horrific spiked metal balls above his head and grinned at me as he moved closer.

The ball made a
whoop-whoop
sound as it passed by once, twice, missing me by inches. Marcello raised his sword in the air at just the right moment and the chain caught, wrapped, curled around it, and then Marcello yanked the handle from the man’s hand. With a roar, the man rammed into him. One of Lia’s arrows sank into his back, but he kept moving forward as if he didn’t feel it. He only wanted Marcello.

I returned my attention to Greco. He was similar in stature to Lord Paratore. But he had the face of a politician, not a soldier. He would’ve found easy work in Hollywood in seven hundred years, but right now, he seemed entirely focused on me. Like he couldn’t see any of the twenty-some skirmishes around us.

I took a few steps back and looked to my right, where Marcello was rolling atop his adversary, punching him, and to my left, where Giovanni’s foe fell forward, two arrows in his back.

Lord Greco followed my gaze and then looked to the trees and spotted Lia, who was aiming her arrow at a man on horseback who was attempting to pick her off with the same weapon.

He smiled over his shoulder and then at me. “The She-Wolves of Siena. At last I get to see if the stories are truth or fable.”

He bowed as if we were back in the Rossis’ palazzo, and I took the opportunity to swing my sword around, not in any mood to observe polite niceties.

But he saw my movement and bent backward at the last moment, surprisingly agile for his tall stature. The sword whipped by an inch from his chest.

I grunted and turned, using the momentum of the sword rather than expending energy to stop it. When I brought it down and around, he stopped it with his own. His face was a foot from mine. “Come now. Might we not go about this conversation in a more civilized fashion?” He raised one dark eyebrow and gave me a crooked, flirty smile.

I didn’t bother to answer. I lifted my sword and struck again, but he easily parried every stroke. Still, I drove forward, again and again.

He caught my sixth strike above his head, his own sword crossing mine like a barrier again. “Cease this at once. Surrender, and I swear I will inflict no further harm upon you. Moreover, the peace treaty shall be preserved.”

I laughed under my breath, Marcello’s demand that I fight to the death ringing through my head.
Nah. You won’t hurt me. But your people will.

“You broke the treaty when you attacked us, Lord Greco,” I said, panting, turning, and lunging again. “You intend to take me back to your city? For what purpose?”

He blocked my next strike, frustratingly good at anticipating the angle of my blows. “You might find that Firenze is to your liking.”

“Until your people draw and quarter me.”

“Nay. My people are not animals.” A small smile edged up to the corners of his lips. “Swear your allegiance to Firenze and turn your back on these Sienese, and you shall be treated like royalty. They are as new to you as we are, right? Three women from Normandy?” He looked beyond me, over the others. “Your mother is not with you?”

I ignored his question and pushed forward again, but he batted away my next two strikes as if he were shooing away a fly.

I was getting tired. And he sensed it. He immediately pressed his attack, driving me backward. An arrow came whizzing by his head and rammed into the ground, then another. But he was no fool. He moved to the left, and then right, herding me while avoiding Lia’s strikes. Using me as his shield.

Desperate, I jabbed my sword at him. He dodged it, then grabbed hold of it, wrenching it from my hands, ignoring the blood on his own. He tossed it aside, pulled out a handkerchief—tucked inside his breastplate—and calmly wrapped his bloody palm as he moved toward me. I glanced toward Marcello, but he was fighting two others. His eyes paused on Lord Greco and then flitted over to me under a concerned brow.

Lord Greco looked from me to Marcello. “’Tis a pity that it had to be you who captured Sir Marcello’s heart. I wish him no harm. But alas, a duty is a duty.”

I pulled my eight-inch dagger from my belt and held it in front of me.

“Come now, She-Wolf,” he said, like I was a silly five-year-old. “Do you wish me to take off your entire arm with my sword? Put that down.”

The blade felt light and nimble in my hands. But he was right; it was no match for his powerful sword.

He lunged forward, surprisingly fast, grabbed hold of my forearm and turned, sending me flying over his back and onto my own, in the dirt, disarmed. He immediately was on me, pinning my arms to the ground, barely allowing me to breathe with his weight on my belly. He grinned exultantly at me, then over at Marcello.

“Gabriella!” Marcello screamed. But he could not get past the two knights that held him at bay.

From what I could see, five Forelli knights lay dead on the ground. Only three of this man’s mercenaries were beside them. And I knew they came with far greater numbers.

Lord Greco lifted a fallen soldier’s shield and casually set it behind him to protect his head and upper torso from Lia’s arrows. “So…Lady Gabriella, I say it once again. Come with me, as my willing hostage. Mayhap, in time, we can work out an exchange with Sir Forelli.”

“Never,” I said, wanting to spit in his face, but judging from how things were going, I was fairly certain it would just lob up and fall back on me. I cast around for any reason to get us out of this predicament.

Plague
.

I tried to laugh but found it hard with him sitting on my diaphragm.

“What amuses you?” he asked, his handsome eyes squinting.

“You are already dead.”

He raised a brow and glanced around. “On the contrary, it is Sir Forelli’s men who seem to be anxious to meet their Maker.”

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