‘There are men lying in wait on the slopes above us,’ I said under my breath to Hroudland, forcing myself to act as though everything was normal.
He did not even glance upward.
‘They’ll be the Vascons that Berenger saw earlier. Any idea how many?’
‘At least a dozen, maybe twice that number.’
‘There’ll be many more waiting at whatever place they’ve selected for an ambush,’ he said calmly. He beckoned to Gerin to come to join us.
‘Patch tells me that there are Vascon watchers on the slopes above us,’ he told Gerin. ‘Is there someone who might know where their attack is likely to take place?’
Gerin signalled to one of the guards to join us. The man’s battered face with its broken nose seemed familiar. I recalled him as the Burgundian sergeant I had seen marching at the head of his troop on the way to Hispania. He had his short-handled axe slung from his belt. I wondered why he was now a mounted soldier and what had happened to the rest of his unit.
‘What’s your name?’ Hroudland asked him.
‘Godomar, my Lord.’
‘You came with Count Anselm?’
‘I did, my lord.’ The man spoke with an unnaturally husky voice and there was the scar of an old wound on his throat.
‘So you’ve travelled this road a couple of times,’ said Hroudland. ‘If you were to set an ambush, where would it be?’
‘About half a mile ahead, my lord,’ the Burgundian replied without hesitation. ‘The road runs through a small ravine, low cliffs on either side. Ideal spot.’
‘Any way we can avoid it?’
Godomar shook his head.
‘Gerin, I’m putting you in charge of the vanguard,’ said Hroudland briskly, ‘with Godomar as your second in command. You’ll have ten men.’ He sounded purposeful, almost eager. ‘Expect an attack. It’s likely to come from both sides – arrows and slingstones followed by a charge.’
The Burgundian’s eyes flicked to where Anselm stood with Eggihard. He was worried about taking orders directly from Hroudland.
The count noted his hesitation.
‘Godomar, the king appointed me to command the rearguard,’ he said firmly.
The veteran raised his hand in a salute and was about to leave when Hroudland warned, ‘The Vascons will try to block the road with boulders. Tell your men that they will have to clear away any obstacle. The treasure carts must get through, at whatever cost.’
As the Burgundian went off to carry out Hroudland’s instruction, Gerin’s mouth twisted in a sardonic smile.
‘Cavalry men won’t like getting off their horses in order to roll boulders around.’
‘By the time the Vascons have finished with us, we’ll be lucky if there are enough horses left for anyone to ride,’ retorted Hroudland grimly. He was in his element, issuing orders. ‘Berenger, I’m putting you and Patch on either side of the carts. I’ll assign five troopers to each of you. The enemy will try to cripple the draught animals. Your job is to protect the oxen.’
‘Where will you be?’ I asked him. My horse, the bay gelding, was tethered at the tail of a cart. I had left my sword for safekeeping with the carter.
‘At the rear with the rest of the troopers. That’s where the Vascons will concentrate their attack.’
The halt was over. The drovers were fussing around their oxen, getting ready to move off. Godomar was talking quietly to several of the troopers and they were mounting up and taking their position ahead of the carts.
Eggihard and Anselm sauntered across, making it obvious from their casual manner that they did not care much for Hroudland or his leadership.
Hroudland allowed his irritation to show.
‘It’s time you were mounted up. I’m assigning you to the rearguard,’ he snapped at them. He deliberately turned his back and put a foot into the stirrup of his roan, ready to climb into the saddle.
Eggihard paused for a moment. Then he observed in a voice loud enough for the nearest soldiers to hear him, ‘I would have despatched a messenger to the king by now.’
Hroudland’s back went rigid. He removed his foot from the stirrup and swung round to glower at Eggihard.
‘A messenger to say what?’ he demanded icily.
‘To ask the army to turn back and assist.’
Two red spots of anger appeared on Hroudland’s cheeks.
‘I have not the slightest intention of running to the king asking for help,’ he snapped.
Eggihard raised an eyebrow insolently.
‘And if we are outnumbered, what then?’
‘We fight our way through. That’s what the king expects of us.’ Hroudland pointedly allowed his gaze to settle on Anselm’s bulging waistline. ‘Unless you and your companion no longer have the stomach for it.’