CHAPTER 37
Their pursuit was in danger of being blocked for a while by clusters of riders back from the hunt making their slow way home, but they pulled off the road to let them by as they heard them come up behind them.
George felt Mosby tired beneath him, and knew the other horses were also worn out, like their riders. But Madog and Creiddylad were no better off, and they had to try and catch them, if they could.
Mosby wasn’t built for speed and fell to the back of the group. Angharad slowed down and waited for him, so that no one rode alone on the dark road.
Gwyn and Edern barely hesitated at the manor gates. The guards waved them on up the road and the chase continued, a bit more cautiously now, to spare the horses.
By the time they reached Daear Llosg, George and Angharad were a
