Friday 30 December 2016

The value of a Pozega dog.

The value of a Pozega dog. 

As some of you know I have Jenny in my care and even now I am still unsure which one of us is in charge. I had only been out of hospital three days when I collected her from Kent. I was unfit, over weight and unsure whether I was doing the right thing by her. Could I give her the exercise she needed? With a greater question could she be trained to stay with me, because at 68 years old. I was too old to start chasing about the countryside looking for a missing dog if she decided to run off when let off the leash for the first time.

Due to the fact I was not used to the ICD implant, and because my heart was still hitting 95 beats per minute I was finding breathing difficult. I started to walk a quarter of a mile per day with Jenny, and I knew this was not really good enough for her or me because I had to stop a few times and rest even in that short distance. I did this same walk every day in the hope things would change for the better, but apart from getting tired very fast nothing changed.

Well that is not strictly true because without thinking I walked out the door for our morning walk, and it was not until I was well into the walk when I realised she was not on the leash and well in front of me. I don’t do panic or stress and said in a calm voice “Stop Jenny, come here,” the shock was she did just that.

It was a strange moment because I had drafted a letter to Wendy earlier that morning about finding Jenny a home where she could get more exercise. It was then I decided to hold the letter back until I had reassessed the situation, but it was no different a week later. After a bad night of breathing problems during that time I made a phone call to my cardiac nurse. A tablet was changed to a higher strength, and a week later my life improved and I found it easier to walk. My heart beat had returned to normal and it improved my quality of life.


That was three weeks ago and yesterday I did the unthinkable by walking up this track I threatened walk up the first day after hospital. I put Jenny in the passenger seat in the van and drove to my destination at the bottom of the hill 6 miles away. On getting through the small gate to the track I stopped and looked at what I was about to test my fitness on.
It was at this point Jenny and I stopped to look at my goal.


I looked at the trail ahead and said in a confident voice, "It looks harder than it actually is, Jenny."
Dog with no faith in human determination.


She looked up the track and then at me before looking the other way. she was probably thinking, 'You have not got heart or breathing problems, you are brain dead.' Now take into consideration that up to this moment in time I had only walked a quarter of a mile on flat ground in the past three years, Jenny had a very good point.

I looked up at the daunting task I had set myself and took a step forward into the unknown. This was the first time in many months where I kept the leash on Jenny throughout the entire walk. The reason was there were still a lot of people walking the trail with small children and other dogs. The secondary reason was that if I was flagging she could give me a tow. The third and most important reason was i did not want her getting ahead and showing me up [ yes I know, very selfish]. However, The towing never took place because I have found out that she is very loyal, and if I collapse in a shaking lump of tired jelly she sits down with me. 
Ten minutes of walking and the first bend was in sight


I said out loud, "The first bend is in sight, Jenny. Another two minutes and we will rest on the bend." 

Again she looked at me as if to ask, "Really, two minutes?" 

I looked down the hill at where i had walked and questioned my own statements it looked as if I had not gone very far. To make myself feel better I told Jenny, "It is the angle of the hill that made it look only a short distance walked."












Jenny refused to look at me, and I don't think she was convinced my statement was true. I also believe that Jenny was tormented between Loyalty to me and the real truth.







We reached the bend in record time [think about that]and I had my first real rest just after the bend. I noticed as I turned about there was a old couple the other side of the bend walking up behind me and had better stop longer in case they needed help.
  

Well it was when they walked past me I could see it was the couple that had passed me on their way down. This couple that were in their late seventies were lapping me, and to add insult to injury the man said, "Are you all right, old man?" I am not sure what I looked like but it must have been bad because a few seconds after they shot off up the hill like greyhounds my mobile rang. 
"Hello"
"Is that Ian Johnstone?"
"The very man speaking."
"Your daughters said you had gone for a walk. I am one of your cardiac nurses. Is this a bad time to talk?" It was at that moment I looked up to see if the hospital had sent out a spotter plane from Shoreham Airport, but the sky was clear.
"I am phoning to tell you that your is appointment has been re-booked for the new year and a letter is in the post. How is your walk?"
I had to think about the answer. The arthritis in my ankles, knees and hips was giving me pain to the point of almost bringing tears to my eyes. However, my chest was not hurting and I was not out of breath, so I told her what I believed to be true before I said goodbye. "I am a picture of health." Now depending on what medical records of me she had in front of her would give this nurses imagination a trying time.

 I had only walked another twenty-five meters when I knew I  had been cheated by an optical illusion, the hill turned into forty-five degrees with a false ridge.



It was at this point I looked down the hill to the start to see the idiot that had said,"It looks harder than it actually is, Jenny," but he had vanished.

It was a good thing too, because he obviously never had any idea what he was talking about. Here in front of me was another false ridge that after successfully using an ice-ax cleared the ridge to work my way over I looked back at what I had achieved.


It was not until I had turned about did I see the end of this nightmare. I fell to my knees and thanked the lord, it was the gates of heaven.


All that I had to do now was get back down. I did get some nice pictures of the south downs though.
















You might be asking yourself what has this got to do with Pozega dogs? The fact is I knew that I would need a companion to help me walk once more and keep me company. It was pure luck that it was not until I had already set things in motion when I was sent into hospital with cardiac problems. it was even greater luck that I was released from hospital three days before I picked Jenny up from Kent. Without Jenny's help I would never attempted what I achieved the day I walked the trail to the top of the hill. this is just the start of many trails i need to walk.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/HelpPozegaDogs/


Be well Ian








Tuesday 21 June 2016

Help Pozega Dogs

Help Pozega Dogs. [The Fear of Jenny]

Last evening I dined with Barry and Julie, who are very good friends of mine. I find these occasions to be a little oasis in the desert of life’s turmoil. Last night was the first time I took a companion with me and to be precise it was Jenny. If I had given the latter a little forethought I might have withheld on that twenty mile journey. To give her comfort with my friendship and loyalty I sat her in the passenger side of my van. Before I go any further I will take you back in time to the harsh realities of life.

Through no fault of her own eight years ago my wife Lorna died at the young age of forty-seven. I was devastated to learn that for fourteen years I thought I had been watching her get better to live a full life, when in fact I was watching her life ebb away from a childhood heart problem. With the help from Barry, Julie and three other trusted friends I pulled myself from the mire of despair and uncertainty. Four years later my mother that had been my rock throughout the whole of my life died, it placed more pressure on me.

I had a white long haired Alsatian called snowflake that Lorna and I bought for my four daughters one Christmas. It was my wife’s idea and her ideas were my commands. [You can see where this is leading] Well would you believe after a year that puppy had the damn nerve to grow up before their eyes, and for the next thirteen years I paid her vet fees, food and saw to her exercise? Snowflake died ten months ago of old age and I swore there would be no more dogs in my life. Barry, Julie’s husband with one of his uncanny beliefs told me “You will get another Dog.”

It was not long after Julie acquired Huxley she passed on the link to Help Pozega Dogs. There was one picture in particular that showed the despair that I knew so well in the eyes of a dog, it was Jenny. It was strange sensation seeing those eyes looking back at me. I am a great believer in fate, and destiny and the inevitable conclusion took place. Those eyes of despair are disappearing and hopefully her trust in mankind to look after her will return. She has already showed me her loyalty when at Julies, and it surprised me that she had already bonded with me in such a short time.


It was during the journey over to see Julie and Barry I could see what damage thoughtless mental cruelty had done to Jenny. For the whole of that journey I could see and sense the fear Jenny was generating. I can only believe from her reaction to the van journey that the last time she was in that position was probably the same day as she was abandoned. I will not condemn the person that did this act of cruelty, but neither will I condone them. They had their reasons for taking such a desperate measure, and I can only thank them for allowing Jenny to meet her real destiny here in the UK as my companion.


There are many Dogs that still need help of one kind or another, and we as the caretakers of the earth and its future should look after those that are unable to look after themselves. Donations are just as welcome as a real and genuine person needing to adopt.


Barry and I are from different ends of the country, but we were born on the same side of the street. We both have the same values and hates and both of us were educated in the University of Life and there is no harder form of education. While sitting mulling over a glass of wine we debated quite fierce at times religion, politics and life in general. Our conclusion was there is a god belonging to at least one religion, the only time politicians are not lying is when they have a mouth full of food, and the world is still turning on its axis relatively smooth. Now you can all go to your beds knowing that the status quo is intact.

Be well Ian.


Tuesday 19 April 2016

HIPPOLYTA [A Kind of Peace] First chapter.

HIPPOLYTA [A Kind of Peace]

CHAPTER ONE

The caravan of six traders with their wives and servants crossed the Big River at the bend.  They stopped for the night, and as they were having a meal they were unaware that a scout from a band of marauding thieves was watching them.  Their lives were in danger, but it was not imminent because the scout had to return to his leader to report.

* * * * *

The commander of the Hun patrol stopped his men when he saw a rider approaching.  It was one of his own scouts, who delivered his report and then departed in the same direction he had arrived.

The commander addressed his soldiers: “There is a party of traders three thousand paces to the south east, and they may be in danger.  As we know, that area is not safe.  We have no reason to expect trouble, but we will do as we have done many times before.  We must move to where we can observe them and give protection if necessary, and there is a small hill not far from them that will provide the perfect vantage point.  We will have to march all night, but I promise you a day of rest as soon as the traders have moved on into the next command’s area.”

There was mumbling in the ranks at having to march all night, but the day of rest would be welcome and they would be close to a village where they could trade or buy comforts from the local people.

* * * * *

Some way to the north of the Hun patrol, two scouts returned to report to their leader.
“There is a party of traders a thousand paces from the bend in the Big River, Badral.  They have stopped for the night, and the closest army of foot soldiers is over three thousand paces away.”

Badral ran his finger and thumb down either side of his beard, his big, round eyes staring at the men.
  “How large is this caravan of traders, Mend-amar?” he asked.

“There are many horses and I counted six large tents, with many slaves.”

Badral gave a wicked smile.  “Get some sleep.  We will leave after the first meal of the day.”

* * * * *

The sun had been up for a short while when one of the traders saw horsemen charging towards them.  Panic ensued in the camp, but as the attackers came within a hundred paces of the traders, arrows fell from the sky and killed scores of them.  Badral looked for the archers that had shot the arrows, and was startled to see a detachment of fully armed Hun foot soldiers rapidly approaching the traders’ camp from the hill on the other side.

“Blow the horn to retreat,” Badral ordered quickly, as he turned his horse away from the traders’ camp.

The horn sounded twice and the attacking horsemen turned, but not before another cloud of arrows had hit them.  By the time the Hun foot warriors reached the tents, the attackers had disappeared over the hill.  All that was left were the dead and dying, and a few riderless horses.

The Hun foot warriors took no prisoners.  The wounded were put to death, leaving more than two hundred bodies on the ground, but at least twice that number had escaped.

One of the Hun warriors reported back to the commander.  “There is something strange about that band of thieves, Commander.  One of the dead is Mend-amar, and he is a scout for the army that Ruga leads on the other side of the Big River.”

“Are you sure?”

“He is from my own town, commander.”

“Retrieve one of those horses.  We will have to send word to King Ernakh that there is a renegade Hun army our side of the Big River attacking the traders.”

* * * * *

The army entered the forest.  Badral shouted, “Fetch that fool Mend-amar to me now.”

Someone called back, “He is dead.  I saw him fall.”

“Good.  That saves me the trouble of killing him for sending us into a trap.  Borwin, you are in charge until I get back.  I am going north to see Ruga and to get more mounted warriors.”

* * * * *

There had been peace in Hippolyta’s realm for many years.  Danilo had remained in the village as Royal Hunter and trainer of the Queen’s army.  Every day until mid morning, Danilo and Queen Echephyle went into the arena and trained with the army of Amazons.  The army commander, Scyleia, was Queen Echephyle’s second in command, but these were no ordinary warriors.  They were the elite, handpicked by Scyleia, Echephyle and by Hippolyta herself, chosen for their skill with all the weapons the Amazons used.

For two years these warriors had been trained to improve their skills, and each one was now able to use their weapons and to hunt almost as well as Danilo, even though no one, not even he or Echephyle could teach them to think like a true barbarian.  It was something that came naturally to Danilo, but it was not a skill that could be taught.

Now, after two years of training, this army could fight almost as a single warrior.  Their skills had been honed to a point where instinct and reaction were one, and they spent all their time training and practising.

It had been Echephyle’s idea to train this force because they knew that the Alani had small but powerful armies on the other side of the big river.  Danilo and Echephyle would take the army out onto the plains and practise tactics, warring with an invisible enemy.  There were many ways to fight mounted warriors, and Echephyle and Danilo along with Scyleia would work out what to do in different situations and then practice the moves until they were embedded in the Amazons’ minds.

The other two queens and Alexius had followed them out a few months previously and were in awe of this fierce army.  They had been told by Scyleia how during the mock battles either Echephyle or Danilo would often stop the action to discuss what was going wrong.  Echephyle was learning how to fight to the extreme, and she listened to everything Danilo told her.  She always gave her input, and between them they covered all possible mistakes.  Danilo always treated her as the queen in charge of the army, which was her rightful place, but she treated him as an equal.  Echephyle still slept with him on many nights, showing the other Amazons that he was more than a hunter and barbarian.

Hippolyta had given her blessing, as she knew it would help to keep both Echephyle and Danilo at their peak of readiness.  They fought a battle with each other every day, and every day their skills improved.  As Echephyle reached the point where she might beat Danilo, he upped his game to show her he was still teaching her.  Danilo had trained three hunters to hunt better than they thought possible.  It had been done so that Queen Hippolyta would always have fresh food when he was away with the patrols.

As Andromache and Alexius were watching Echephyle and Danilo fighting, Andromache said, “They are so fierce, Alexius.  I sometimes worry about what would happen if one of them made a mistake.”

Alexius gave his knowing smile.  “It will never happen, my Lady.  They know each other too well for that to happen.  I have been watching them both over the past few years, and Queen Echephyle is extremely good now, but Danilo is still so much better and faster.  The commanders’ army are now at the standard Queen Echephyle was four years ago.”

Andromache was watching the fight as she replied, “Echephyle has learned a lot from Danilo, and she has picked up a great deal from him that he did not consciously teach her.  She has matured, and settled in her place as one of the queens.  I have a great deal of respect for Danilo.  It took great skill and confidence for him to teach my daughter to become the fierce Amazon queen she is now.”

The village had changed over the years, and now if was more like a Greek town.  There were better buildings and many new ones, built to accommodate the expanding army of Amazons.  All the warriors still practiced their weapons skills, but since the day of the alliance with both the Hun and the Alani there had been peace.  The warring tribes knew that Hippolyta’s large, fierce army could tip the scales in any conflict between them.  Whichever side she joined in war would be the victors, and neither side would take the risks of losing.  There was also a greater Roman presence in the area, as the Roman Emperor realised that Hippolyta was a potential threat to him.  Even though he had had assurances from the three queens in writing, he knew that if they turned on him they would be almost impossible to control, and the Amazon village was in a good defensive position that made any attack on them unlikely to succeed.  In the end, he accepted their word that the Amazons would never turn against the Romans who had helped them for so long.

As the centre of the trade route from the north and the east, the village’s port was very successful.  Trading was steady, with the Hun, the Alani, and the Romans trading with each other.

* * * * *

Echephyle and Danilo stopped trying to kill each other with axes and went over to the council fire.  This was now very different from a few years ago.  A new building had been constructed, with four corner pillars of stone and stone seats all around.  The three queens and Alexius sat on seats on the three sides, with a seat next to Hippolyta for Danilo.  He was still her favoured royal hunter and protector, and many times she sat beside him to hear the stories of his hunting excursions.  The building had wooden sides that could be removed in the summer to let the air flow through.  The commanders took the remaining seats, with the central fire in the centre of the building, so they sat around it in the same way that had always been done.

There was now a slave doing all the cooking for the queens and the commanders, not only meat that had been killed by hunting but also food from other parts of the world brought in by the traders.  He was often seen at the council fire, turning the spit..  With food from the traders also came cloths and new inventions.  The world around the Black Sea was changing, and Hippolyta had laws written down so that they could be read out to all the people of her realm, few of whom were literate, and they would know the penalties for breaking them.  There were only a few penalties, mainly harsh and applicable to harsh crimes, and Hippolyta sat as judge when the people brought the offender to her village.

* * * * *

The council was seated, and the last to arrive were Andromache and Hippolyta.  Gone were the furs that Echephyle and her army of warriors used to wear.  Hippolyta was now dressed in a long blue silk dress with a cape over her shoulders, and on her head was the crown handed down by the previous queens.  It was a gold band no thicker than a middle finger, but at the front was a small cluster of green, red and blue jewels that stood up in the shape of a flower.

There was no formality to the way the meeting progressed, except that a meal was eaten from whatever was over the fire cooking before the meeting started.

Alexius was the first to speak after they had eaten.  “We have had a report of a group of traders from the north west being attacked by a small army.”

Hippolyta asked, “Did they say whose army the attackers were?”

“They were not Alani, my Lady.  If it had not been for a Hun ground army arriving at the same time, they would have been killed.”

“So, there is another army in my realm attacking my people.  I will get the warriors together, and when I find them I will destroy them.”

“You cannot do that, Hippolyta.  You have the responsibility of looking after the village and upholding the laws.  Your days of riding about the realm fighting battles are almost at an end.  Also, the Emperor will be arriving in the next few weeks, and you will be needed to oversee his stay.”

Hippolyta listened to what Andromache had to say, and knew all she spoke was true.  She was now a respected queen, and there were many people with trade that needed her guidance.  “You are right, Andromache.  I will have to send a battle queen and her army.  Echephyle, you will go with your warriors to destroy this filth.  I want prisoners so that I can show all attacking armies that even though I may never leave the royal palace I am still the queen they have to kill before they can take my realm.  Take Danilo with you, because you will need his help.  You may leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Have you any idea how many there were in this army, Alexius?” Echephyle asked.

“I was informed that there was no more than three hundred, my Lady.”

“I will take a thousand warriors in addition to my own army of three hundred.  Scyleia, would you get them ready for tomorrow.  We will not need slaves as it is still warm at nights.”

“Is that going to be enough, Echephyle?” her mother asked.

“We will spend a few days patrolling in the hope we can get near to them without them seeing us.  We have to find out their real strength before we engage them in battle.  The last thing we want to do is take on too many, but on the other hand we want to take enough for safety.  If the Hun foot soldiers have only seen them this one time, then they will hopefully be in small numbers.”

Hippolyta thought about what Echephyle had said, and realised it was the same as she would take and do.  “You are right in your assessment, Echephyle, but don’t take on more than you can handle.  I am also in agreement with what you said about finding out their strength first.  A few prisoners would help so that we can find out who they are and what they are about.”

When the council had finished with all the commanders going to their duties, Hippolyta spoke again.  There were only the three queens and Danilo left seated.

“Echephyle, I have been watching the army that you and Danilo have trained, and I feel that they are second to none.  You now have the responsibility of protecting the whole realm from these invaders, although they might just turn out to be nothing more than a band of thieves.  You cannot afford to make mistakes, and I doubt very much that you ever will.  I have watched you training on the plain.  Take the time to discuss the situation with Scyleia and Danilo.  They will be with you to help make your plans work.  I know that Danilo will never tell you what to do, but in his own way he will tell you if there are any pitfalls in doing it the way you have planned.  Listen to him, because he has never been known to be wrong in his briefing.  If you need a bigger army, then send a messenger and one will be sent to you at speed.”

Hippolyta stood up.  “I know you will serve me and the Amazons well, and what I have said is only a reminder to do the things you do well together now.”

“Thank you, Hippolyta, for allowing me to lead the army.”

“You are a Queen, Echephyle, and a Queen of Amazons.  You have the right to lead your army.”
Hippolyta walked away back to the palace, and Andromache went down to her own palace that Alexius had taken time to build for her.

Just before Hippolyta stepped inside the palace, she looked round and saw Echephyle walking after her mother, but Danilo had not moved.  He was still sitting near the council fire sharpening his axe.

“He will not let Queen Echephyle look weak in front of her enemies, just as he never let them laugh at you, my Lady.”

She turned about fast to face Alexius.  “I know, Alexius.  Look at him sitting there with that contented smile on his face once more.  It is the face he always showed me when out on the plains.  I learned over time that it was the face of knowledge, telling me that things were being done the right way.  Like me, Echephyle listens to Danilo when he tells her his thoughts.  There is something special about Danilo, as if he already knows the outcome of the battles even before the fighting begins.

“He is sitting there thinking about the battles ahead of them, even though there is little information about the enemy and no hint of where they might be fought.  There are many variations of any battle to consider, and no two would have the same outcome.  You are also correct, my Lady, when you say that Queen Echephyle always listens to his thoughts, and without compromising her battle plans she still incorporates his.”

“On many nights when I cannot not sleep I leave the palace and go to the council fire.  Danilo always wakes up, as in his sleep he suddenly knows that I need company, and he comes to the fire and talks to me.  He tells me of the times he has gone out to catch either deer or hog.  He tells me in such detail that I feel I am actually walking beside him while he is going in for the kill.  He has told me how he crept up on the Hun so many times, and while relating the story I feared for us both being found and captured.”

“I have watched him mature into the barbarian warrior that he is now, and he never fails to please me.  I realise he does not run as fast as he did, but his stealth and fitness is just the same.  I remember the boy that was pulled from the forest of fire and see what he is now, and I realise that he is as much part of the Amazons as the queens are.  He has taught Echephyle so much, and in doing so made her the most ruthless queen that we have had in the village.  Her maturity was forced upon her the day she was attacked by the wolves and by the very same man she had tried to make a fool of.  There is an invisible bond that ties her to Danilo that I don’t think will ever be broken.  I think my army is in safe hands, Alexius.”

“Yes, my Lady.  I know you are right.”

* * * * *

The following morning, the army were near the gates ready to ride out.  Hippolyta and Andromache were standing together.  Before either could speak Echephyle said, “I know what you’re going to say, and I can assure you I will act responsibly with the army.”

“Well that’s not a very good start, Echephyle,” Hippolyta replied.  “I was going to remind Danilo to keep thinking and pass his thoughts on to his queen.  Only, it is obvious by her first words this morning that she cannot read minds.”

Echephyle burst out laughing.

“Danilo,” Hippolyta continued, “I have no need to tell you what to do or how to do it, as you do it so well.  Look after your queen as you would look after me.

“I had every intentions of doing so, my Lady.”

“Then I wish the army luck in their hunting.”

They were just about to ride out when a young warrior ran forward, and stopped by Danilo’s horse.  Danilo recognised her immediately as she stood with an axe over her shoulder and a spear in her
hand.

“Danilo, will you teach me to be a battle warrior like Queen Echephyle when you return?”

Thraso, on the walkway of the wall, called down, “Omeed, Danilo will be resting when he returns.  He will have no time to teach you.”

Danilo looked up at Thraso and realised that his answer would mean a lot to her.  He pulled the axe from Omeed’s back and looked at the two edges.  Then he put his thumb on the point of her spear and looked at his thumb.  “The blade of your axe should be so sharp that when I look at it I will be unable to see the edge.  If I gently touch the point of your spear with my thumb, it should draw blood.  Neither of them have been properly prepared, so this means you have a lot of work to do before I return.”

“I will go right now and get started, because I have a sword and knives to do as well.”
Danilo watched her walk away up the hill, and then he looked up at Thraso again.
“Thank you, Danilo.”

“It will be my pleasure, commander.”

A few minutes later, the army was almost to the top of the northeastern hill outside the village.  The two queens and Alexius were watching, and as Echephyle disappeared from sight Alexius turned and saw concern on Hippolyta’s face.

“I understand your concern, my Lady.  Do you remember the conversations that you and I had during the Hun wars?  I told you that if Danilo had an army of just a thousand, he would be the most dangerous warrior in these realms.  While Danilo has been teaching the queen to fight, he has also taught her to think like him.

“Riding over that hill leading the most elite army of three hundred along with seven hundred veteran warriors is the most powerful battle queen I have ever seen.  She has with her the most skilful, battle hardened barbarian warrior.  She trusts him with her life and she will always confide in him.”

“With no disrespect to your commander, Thraso, but she also has a battle hardened battle warrior as her senior commander.  I have been watching Scyleia and she is far more advanced in fighting like a barbarian than the others in her army.  Danilo even told me that Scyleia was a natural hand to hand warrior.”

“Thank you, Alexius.  You have put my mind at rest.  It just feels strange that I am not going out there with them.”

“My Lady, if it is any consolation, when I was made legion commander I too felt uncomfortable when I was sending out a patrol to do something that I thought I could do better.”

Hippolyta laughed.  “You know me too well, Alexius.”

* * * * *

“What cover is there for the army about a day ahead, Danilo?”

Danilo thought about it quickly, and replied, “There are several forests ahead that are small, but big enough to hide our army, my Lady.”

“We will keep going until we reach the first one, and then we can work out how we are going to find this marauding band of thieves.”

It was half a day before they saw the forests far in the distance.  At this point, Echephyle brought the army to a sudden halt.  “I have a thought, Danilo.”

Both Danilo and Scyleia moved forward to listen.

“We have no idea whether the army of thieves are in that same forest.  I think, just to be cautious, we will stop and rest the horses until we know for sure.  At the moment we are on high ground and we can see clearly in every direction.  We can stay here until it is dark and then move forward until we are close to the forest, but not close enough to risk being seen by the sentries, if there are any.  Would you go forward, Danilo, and take a closer look?”  Then in a rush of concerned words, she added, “But do not place yourself in danger.”

“I know what you mean, my Lady.”

* * * * *

In the village, at midday the lookout called, “Lone rider galloping towards the village from the northeast.  He has three horses in tow.”

Hippolyta came out and looked down towards the gates that were being opened to let the rider pass.  Alexius stopped him, and he dismounted as a soldier held his horse..  “I have a message for the queen from King Ernakh.”

Alexius led him up to the palace where Hippolyta was standing outside with Andromache.  The messenger bowed, and on lifting his head he said, “I have been riding for three days, my Lady.  I was told to give you a message from King Ernakh about impending danger to the trade route in the northeast down to the southeast here near the Black Sea.

“There is a marauding army belonging to an old general that fought with Attila.  After the empire was split into three, this general went with Ellac but a few months ago they had an argument about the pay for this general’s armies.  In the end, Ruga walked away from the palace, leaving Ellac to look after himself with what army was left.

“Ruga wants his money and he has vowed to rob the traders at every chance.  King Ernakh knows from our foot warriors that patrol the trade route that most of Ruga’s army are still the other side of the Big River.”

“How many are there in Ruga’s army?”

“That is a big problem.  When Attila went west to fight, this army was left to hold the empire together.  At that time there was over twenty thousand warriors and he has had a lot of time to find more.  There was also a smaller army of ten thousand warriors led by a man called Badral.  He was not a Hun, but he would fight with them for share of the spoils, and King Ernakh thinks he will join Ruga.

“King Ernakh has sent word to all the foot warriors that they are to help you fight this army.  He has also said that he will send a general and twenty thousand warriors to help your army, should you need them.

“That is all I can tell you, my Lady, except that King Ernakh will keep you informed of any more information.”

“You have been very informative.  Phoebe, get a warrior to find him food and a place to rest.  When he is ready to leave the village, find him four fresh horses.”

The messenger bowed once more.  “Thank you, my Lady.”

As a warrior led him away, Hippolyta turned towards Alexius, about to speak.  He cut her short.  “It is too late in the day to send word to Queen Echephyle, my Lady.  If you send one at first light, they will only be a few thousand paces away at most.”

“Yes you are right, Alexius, but this is very annoying.  I will make this Ruga pay with his life for invading my realm and upsetting my peace.”

* * * * *

It was dark. and Echephyle had stopped the army a thousand paces from the forest in a dip.  Danilo dismounted and ran forward until he was three hundred paces from the edge of the forest.  Then, more cautiously, he crept forward in the long grass, all the time keeping a low profile.  The smell of smoke reached his nose a long time before he saw the fire, and then he crawled on his belly to get close without being seen.

There were two men sitting near a fire, eating rabbit.  Danilo slid as close as he dared through the long grass, hoping to hear their conversation.

“I think Badral has gone to get reinforcements before we attack those traders again.”

“I don’t like what we are doing.  Attacking unarmed people just isn’t right.”

“Badral said it was orders from Ruga, and he takes his orders from the king.”

“I don’t care.  I felt a lot better when we were fighting the Romans going west.  It was also a lot warmer over in the west, not like this cold country.”

“You should be happy that there is another great army ready to cross the Big River.”

“We lost a lot of good men in that last battle, and I heard that we are down to four hundred.”
“I heard it was less than that.  Eat your food, or it will be cold.”

Danilo slipped back through the long grass until he was some distance from them, and then he stood and crept away from the forest.  On his way back to Echephyle he noticed that five hundred paces to the west the land fell away.  It was a gentle slope, but it might be useful to provide cover for their small army.

* * * * *

Once Echephyle heard Danilo’s report, she called a council with all her commanders.

“Toxis, you will take seven hundred warriors to the valley that Danilo told us about.  When you hear the horn, ride out ready to fight.  I am not sure if there will be a battle, but we have to be prepared.

“Scyleia, we all know the drill with the archers at the front.  If we have to gallop into battle, then at one hundred paces they fire one arrow each before they draw their weapon of choice and drop back.  The warriors at the rear will come through to the front with a lance in one hand and a sword in the other.  We will then hit the remainder of the army at the same time as the warriors in the dip.  We do need to take some prisoners for Hippolyta.”

Echephyle waited half the night before sending Scyleia to get down and alongside the hill.  Just as daylight was appearing, Echephyle advanced her elite army of mounted warriors.  Inside the forest, someone shouted, “We are under attack!  Mount up and fight for your lives.”

Echephyle’s warriors were within five hundred paces of the forest when the opposing army galloped out.  Echephyle gave the command to charge, and told the signaller to sound the horn.

The arrows left the bows of the archers to find their target, sending many mounted warriors to their gods.  Just as their chosen close-quarter weapons were in their hands, the Amazons struck the enemy hard.  Each of the spears found its mark, and the noise from the crash of weapons striking shields with the cries of pain was deafening.  The battle was quickly over, and the few left alive surrendered to the might of the Amazons, although Toxis and her Amazons only arrived just as the battle ended.  It turned out that there was a second dip in the hillside before the ridge and flat ground, and this delayed her arrival

A count of warriors was taken, but such was the effectiveness of the Amazons’ attack that none had been killed, although several were injured.  Five prisoners had been taken, and they were soon sitting on their horses with their hands tied.

“Well done, everyone.  We will take the prisoners back with us and get our new orders from Hippolyta.”


Sunday 6 March 2016

Guardian Angel [book 2]

Guardian Angel [Book 2]


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CHAPTER ONE

At the top of a long, low hill the Scottish army was in position.  Above them flew the flag of Scotland and the Royal Standard.  Many wore the King’s tartan, and many more were in the tartans of the clans, following their own clan leaders in support of the King.  The King himself was at the front in the centre, his sword in his hand but his arm hanging at his side, not yet ready for battle.  The army moved around him, jostling each other, the horses snorting and stamping their hooves as if they knew what was about to happen, and the mounted lords, knights and other noblemen struggling to control the horses at the same time as issuing orders to their foot soldiers to form up for the attack.

A thousand yards away at the bottom of the hill were the English.  King Henry VIII’s army was impressive, all wearing the King’s colours.  There were thousands of foot soldiers, some with swords or longbows, some with bills – five-foot lengths of stout timber with a sharp, broad blade at the end.  Like the Scottish, the English knights and noblemen were mounted, and the English flag blew in the wind over the centre of the army.  Many knights were now also raising their own colours and, as the sun reflected on their shining armour, the sight of them was both spectacular and fearsome.

A shout went up from the English side, growing in volume as all the soldiers took it up.  It meant nothing.  It was a war cry, to put fear into the Scottish army that has just started to move towards them with cries and shouts of their own.

Almost as soon as the shouting started, the sound was drowned by the roar of the English cannon, but there was no mistaking the Scottish King’s order when he raised his sword above his head and shouted, “For the love of Scotland, charge!

The army on top of the hill started down as one.  The ground was soft underfoot, and men and horses were unable to sustain the speed of their charge.  The English remained in their positions, the bill carriers moving to the front with their weapons ready to meet the oncoming Scots.  The Scottish foot soldiers came down the hill ahead of the mounted troops, the horses struggling to make progress as their hooves sank into the soft surface of the marsh-like ground.

The English cannon had sent many of the Scottish foot soldiers to their death before they reached the bottom of the hill.  The ground behind the advancing army was littered with dead and wounded, and before their comrades could enter the battle many more fell to the arrow.  As swords clashed, the sound of bloodcurdling shouts and screams from dying soldiers on both sides was like something from the depths of hell.

There were shouts from wounded trampled underfoot by those still in the melee of battle, and many died under the hooves of the horses that showed no sympathy to either army.  The sound of cannon, not so frequent now, was almost drowned out by the screams and by the battle cries of the brave Scottish clansmen.

* * * * *

Fog descended over the battlefield before either side had won or lost.  There was a blinding flash through the gloom, and Douglas opened his eyes cautiously.

The summer sun had moved across the morning sky, and now it shone directly into his face through a gap in the heavy drapes.  He lay still, trying to gather his thoughts, and it was several minutes before he realised that he must have been dreaming.  As before, it had seemed very realistic, and he thought back to the last time he had had dreams like this.  Was there a connection?  Previously, his dreams were some sort of visions, connected with his legacy, but when he found it the dreams had stopped.  
Why had they now returned?

Perhaps it was no more than his imagination playing tricks, but could it be that he was once again seeing ghosts of the past?

He looked at his watch, and was about to get out of bed when he felt movement next to him.  He turned and saw his young wife Morag looking at him sleepily.  They had been married two years after he had found the letters, and the estate was now in order.

“You are getting up early, Douglas.”

She smiled at him, and he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “It is eight-thirty, and my mother will be here soon to go with you to Edinburgh.”

Morag sat up straight, her eyes suddenly wide open.  “Damn.  I had forgotten about your mother coming here.”  She threw back the bed covers and jumped out of bed, almost running round the bed in a flash of white lace that left Douglas feeling dazzled, and she disappeared into the en suite.   Douglas sighed and lay back in the bed.  He would have to wait until she finished in there before he could wash and shave.  He thought again about his dream and he was still in that position when Morag came out of the adjoining walk-in wardrobe, dressed and ready for breakfast.

“Well, don’t just lie there, lazy.  The day is young, and you should be up and dressed.  Don’t you realise that your mother will be here soon to join us for breakfast?”

Douglas was considering his answer when Morag laughed and left the room, closing the door behind her.

* * * * *

Douglas came into the dining room where Morag was sitting at the table with his mother.

“You’re late getting up, Douglas.  You were never this late for breakfast when you were living with me,” his mother scolded.

Douglas opened his mouth to reply, but she spoke first.  “It is no good giving me excuses because I have heard them all before.  Morag was down here long ago, and I would think more of you if you followed her example.”

Douglas heard Morag chuckle quietly.  “I sense a conspiracy of sorts,” he muttered.

“What did you say, dear?” his mother asked, as the door opened and Victoria came in pushing the breakfast trolley.

“Saved from embarrassment by Victoria with the food,” he replied.

After the meal, when they were sipping coffee, Morag said, “We will be gone most of the day, Douglas, but back in time for the evening meal.  Lady Lindsay phoned while you were still getting ready.  She seemed very excited about something, and asked if you would meet her up by the excavations.  I told Fergus, and he will have yours and his horses ready, as he has to go and bring back a stallion he has sold.”

They were all standing up when Victoria returned to collect the breakfast plates.  Douglas said, “On your return to the kitchen, Victoria, would you tell Norma to give Drummond my riding jacket.”

“I will do that, my Lord.  Do you want me to tell Fergus that you are going out to the stables?  He is in the kitchen at the moment talking to Ruth.”

“Yes, if you would.  Thank you.”

Douglas gave Morag a kiss on the cheek and his mother gave him one.  “Give Beth my love when you talk to her.”

“I will do that, and I will ask her here to join us for the evening meal, if she is not too busy.”
A short time later, Douglas and Fergus were riding over the hills behind the house, heading for the excavations.  The sun was out, but it was nearing the end of summer and there was little warmth from it.  The site of the excavations now had a permanent fence all the way round it to stop the horses falling in the holes during the night.  There were also three huts there for a little more comfort for those doing the digging and research.  There was also a small generator to provide power for security lights at night.  At the gate, Douglas dismounted and opened the gate to lead his horse in.

“I will see you later, sir, if you’ll not need me anymore.”

“No, Fergus, that’s fine.  You go about your business and I will see you back at the stables later.”

“Good morning, Douglas.”

“Lady Lindsay, it is so nice to see you again.  My mother is up from Kelso and will be here on the estate for a few days.  She sends her love, and I will have Victoria set a place at the table for you tonight, if you are not too busy.”

“I am never so busy that I cannot take the time to meet your mother.  I wanted to tell you that those swords have been carbon dated to James the Fourth.  Why they were buried here we have no idea, but that is not why I called you here.  One of the bodies we found was a nobleman, and we know that he was a Stuart.  He had a broach on his chest, but we have not been unable to identify the coat of arms on it.”

“How do you know he was a Stuart then?”

“There was enough of the tartan remaining for it to be identified.

“Also, the other bodies we found had their claymores with them, but he did not.  Even stranger was that he was wearing the shoulder belt that should have held his claymore’s scabbard, but that was also missing.  We found a dagger lodged between his ribs, and undoubtedly that was what killed him, but the dagger too is most unusual.  It’s not a dirk or a sgian dubh that a clansman would carry.  It has a silver hilt with a design on it that I have never seen before.  I think it’s the sort of weapon that a woman might carry.”

“So would this be a lover’s tryst that went wrong?”

“That’s the conclusion I drew at first, but that does not explain the other weapons we dug up near him.  Jean is in one of the huts cleaning the silver hilt on the dagger to see if we can see the design more clearly.”

They walked over to the hut.  There was a young woman not much older than Douglas, at a bench looking at the dagger through a magnifying glass.  She stepped aside as they approached, and Douglas studied the dagger.

“That’s interesting.  I am sure I have seen that design somewhere, but I can’t place it.  When you get a chance, could I have a photo of the hilt and I will look in the library in the house.  Better still, as you are the historian, Jean, you could take a look through the books in the library and see what you can find.”

The girl gave Lady Lindsay a questioning look.

“Jean, that house is filled with more history than you would ever know from the outside.  There are books in the library that Edinburgh University Library would love to get their hands on.  You would be a fool not to take the opportunity to look through them.

“On another matter, Douglas, Margret Campbell was here earlier asking me to tell you that her father would like to talk to you.”

“Do you ride horses, Jean?”

“Yes, but I haven’t ridden one for a long time, my Lord.”

“In that case I will send Fergus up tomorrow with a spare horse and he will bring you back to the house.  I will see you tonight, Lady Lindsay, at dinner.  I will go over and see what Sir Thomas has to say before I return to the house.”

* * * * *

On the way to the Campbell riding school and stables to see Sir Thomas, Douglas met Fergus.

“Fergus, would you take a horse up to the digging to collect one of the historians, and bring her to the house in the morning.  She has not ridden for a long time, so you had better go easy.”

“Aye, I will do that, Sir.  Is there any particular time I should collect her?”

“Not really, Fergus.  Any time after breakfast will do.”

“I have heard of one thing that might interest you, Sir.  James Douglas was released from prison two days ago.  My warden friend in the prison where he was serving time phoned me a short time after I left you.  He said that James Douglas has been telling everyone for the last few weeks that he will have his revenge on everyone involved in having him jailed.”

“I don’t think we need to worry about James Douglas and his idle threats of revenge.  However, it wouldn’t hurt to keep our eyes open for trouble.”

They parted company, going in opposite directions, and some time later Douglas came up to the fence of the sand school where Margret was getting her horse in shape for the last event of the season.

“Good day, my Lord.  My father is in the study.  He’s expecting you, so go straight in.”

Just before Douglas reached the door of the study, Sir Thomas’s wife met him.  “Good day, my Lord.  Thomas is in the study waiting for you.”

Sir Thomas was sitting in an armchair with his leg in plaster.  “Lord Stuart, I am sorry I cannot get up, but as you see I have broken my leg.  I was in the sand school last week and I slipped while I was holding a horse’s reins.  It stepped back and busted my shinbone.  It’s not a bad break, but it’s going to be damned uncomfortable for quite a while.  Sit down, my Lord, and we can talk while we wait for the coffee.”

Douglas sat on the sofa opposite Sir Thomas.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but James Douglas has been released from prison,” Sir Thomas told him.  “He threatened revenge on everyone that put him in prison.  He’s not stupid, so I think physical violence is unlikely, but he has a very bad temper and he has been known to become violent, as you know.  He needs watching closely.”

The coffee was brought in, and the maid poured them one each and then she returned to the kitchen.

“Are you worried for your safety, Sir Thomas?”

“No I am more worried for the safety of Margret, and I think you should be concerned for the safety of your wife.”

“You know him better than me, Sir Thomas, but surely he would not be that stupid.”

“While he was in prison I had him investigated by a good friend of mine in the Inverness police department.  Investigating him was part of the officer’s job when James Douglas was first sent to prison.  There was a lot of skulduggery in his past but nothing else with enough evidence to charge him with anything… yet.  As you probably know from your father’s bank, he was investigated for fraudulent activities, and I believe his crimes were so deep that the investigation is still ongoing.

“Also, my friend told me that James Douglas boasted his revenge has been going on for decades.  I have no idea what that’s all about, but it’s quite possible there’s more that we don’t know about and it may have been going on for years.

“I don’t know whether you know, but the Douglas family owns those forests of pine trees that almost reach our grazing lands.  It might be worth checking your boundaries.  From what I am led to believe, the forests are individually owned by each family member.  It might be worth checking the owner of the section of forest that joins to your estate.”

“Have you reason to suspect that the Douglases are encroaching on my land, Sir Thomas?”

“Over the last twenty years when your mother’s solicitors were looking after the estate, I am fairly sure that no one checked the boundaries.  No one takes much notice of forests while they’re growing, not until the trees are large enough to be felled for timber.  The Scottish Forestry Commission have little jurisdiction over private forests, although they do get involved when they are to be cut and replanted.  Now that the trees are approaching the stage when they’re mature and ready to be cut and replanted, there may be a problem.  You cannot allow the Douglases to replant on your land if the forest has already encroached onto it.”

“Yes, I understand what you mean, and it would be a clever way of stealing land and blaming it on the growth of the forest.  I will ride over there tomorrow and take a closer look at the forest boundary.  I am grateful to you for pointing this out to me, Sir Thomas.”

“My Lord, we are both landowners, and I would hope that you would look out for me the same way.”

“Indeed I would, Sir Thomas, and you can rely on my word that I will get my surveyors to check both our boundaries along that western end.  I will go out there tomorrow with Fergus and Andrew to take a look.  I have Lady Lindsay in the house for dinner this evening, and I will pick her brains on the legal issues concerning the Scottish National Trust.”

“There is no need to check my boundaries, my Lord; because now this has come about I will get some surveyors.”

“It’s not necessary, Sir Thomas, because my surveyors are friends that fish the river running through my land, so they will do it for free.  They also ride my horses whenever they’re on the estate.  I must go, or I will be late returning, and my mother has already had one go at me at breakfast.  Look after that leg, and stay off it until you are told you can walk about.  You don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”
“I hear what you’re saying, my Lord.”

* * * * *

It was late afternoon when Douglas rode into the stables.  Fergus was there.

“Fergus, when was the last time you were over near the forest on the western boundary of the estate?”

“Must be a good many years ago, Sir.  Why?  Is there a problem?”

“I am not sure, but after you’ve picked up the young lady in the morning saddle my horse and one for Andrew, and we three will go and take a look at the boundary posts.”

Inside the house, Drummond was waiting to take Douglas’s riding coat.

“Tell Norma I will need that coat again tomorrow.”

Douglas then went up to his room to wash and change for dinner.  It was a long time before he came down and entered the lounge and dining area.  His mother, Morag and Lady Lindsay were sitting down in the armchairs talking, and he went over to sit down with them.

“When my mother gave the Scottish National Trust the land to control, what did they do with it?”

“All the land was straight away designated as an area of historic interest, mainly because all the various buildings were over six hundred years old, and some of them very much older.  We had people go out to map and date them over thirty years ago.  They are on the National Trust map with your papers, I would think.”

“You say that it was done thirty years ago.  Why did she do it as long ago as that?”

“I was there when she signed the documents, and she knew that she had very little time left to secure your future.  It was to stop any interference of your birthright when you became of age.  She knew she would have an heir, and she even placed your name on the papers as co-signatory.  It was strange, because you were not conceived until many years after that signing.”

“I must remember to find that map before I go out in the morning to check the boundaries of the estate.”
“Is there a problem, Douglas?” his mother asked in a concerned voice.

“I am not sure, but Sir Thomas told me that the Douglases own all that forestry on the eastern edge of my estate.  There is the possibility that over the last thirty years it has encroached over the estate boundary.  I am riding over there with Fergus and Andrew in the morning to check the boundary posts.”

“Why would all of this concern you and Sir Thomas now, Douglas?” Lady Lindsay asked.

“James Douglas has been released from prison for the assault on Drummond and illegal entry into my home.  However, he is still under investigation by the bank’s fraud department and the police for other crimes.  Not only that, but he made a series of threats during the last year of his prison sentence to have his revenge on those that incarcerated him.  Sir Thomas told me that he could have set the seeds for revenge decades ago with the forestry.”

“As the National Trust has a valid interest in this protected land, I had better ride out with you, Douglas.”

“If you could, I would value your knowledge, Lady Lindsay.  I am leaving after Fergus has collected Jean the historian and settled her into the house.”

As soon as the meal was over, Douglas began to feel tired.  The weather of the Highlands often had that effect on him.  He had no desire to sit there while the women gossiped, as inevitably they would do after dinner, so he made his excuses and retired to the bedroom.  Once he was under the covers, he quickly fell asleep and began to dream again.

* * * * *

There were many bodies strewn over the battlefield, both dead and wounded.  A few of the clansmen were still fighting valiantly but knowing they were almost defeated.  A nobleman rode to where a knight was lying with an arrow in his chest.  It had struck between two broken pieces of chainmail that had left that part of his body exposed and vulnerable.  Covering his chain mail was a vest with a red lion on a yellow background, and around the arrow the vest was covered in blood.  The vest denoted that this was the King of Scotland, and, to be precise, James the Fourth.  There was an English soldier drawing back his bill to thrust it into the chest of the king, but the claymore of the nobleman removed his head.  The nobleman knelt at the king’s side, and the king told him to come closer so that he could speak in his ear.

A dark shadow covered the scene, and when it cleared and became came light once more the nobleman was still kneeling at the king’s side.  “Ahearn, my loyal friend, take the three gifts I have endowed you with and escape the massacre.  Withdraw my army, because all is lost.  This was my one battle too many.”

The nobleman stood up and mounted his horse.  He shouted out, “Clansmen, Highlanders, and army of King James.  The King is dead.  We must withdraw to a safe place to fight again.”

What was left of the army was now walking in disarray through the dead to the top of the hill.  There were very few mounted knights and less than a quarter of the army that had started the battle.  The clansmen were helping the wounded to their feet and taking them along on their journey back.

The scene went dark once more, and by the time the darkness cleared it had changed  There were knights and noblemen surrounded by the remainder of the army.  A nobleman said to those standing with him, “Find a horse and send a message to the Queen at Linlithgow Palace that King James is dead and his army is returning north of the border.”  Again darkness covered the scene, but this time it remained dark.

* * * * *

It was some hours later when Douglas awoke, but with the dream still firmly etched in his memory.  Morag was asleep but he decided not to wake her, and he slipped from under the covers and went to the en suite.  A short time later when he came out Morag said, “Good morning, Douglas.  Is it me that is going to be late for breakfast this morning?”


“Good heavens no.  It is only six.”  He stepped over to the bed and gently kissed her on the lips.  “I have some papers to find before I ride out onto the estate.  Go back to sleep, and Alison will wake you in time for breakfast.”

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