"No!” I shouted. Everyone remained still. Sir Hugh’s momentum built and I doubted I could reach him in time. From somewhere came the strength for me to take three giant steps toward his falling body, and I leapt through the air, landing hard on the ground, grabbing the satchel by its broken strap. Sir Hugh’s hands still held firmly to the leather case, and I found myself wondering if it was impossible to kill this man. Then my arm jerked forward and I felt his weight pulling me over with him. I dug and clawed at the ground with my boots, trying to find a toehold, but the wet snow gave me little purchase.
Straining and groaning with the effort, I slid slowly forward, feeling I would surely fall off the cliff with him unless someone intervened. I could hear shouts and noise behind me, but I was now head and chest over the side of the ridge looking down at Sir Hugh hanging there, staring up at me. His eyes were nearly closed in death, the front of his tunic soaked red with blood, but he still spat out the word “Squire. .”
He lost his grip. His eyes flew open, and for a moment he seemed to hang suspended in the air. With a howl of agony and desperation he fell from the promontory to disappear with a splash into the river far below.
Lying there panting and groaning with the effort, I pushed myself back from the edge of the ridge and staggered to my feet, holding the battered satchel in my hands.
Everyone was stunned. But Robard and Maryam recovered first and took action. Even with his hands bound behind him, Robard lashed out at the knight next to him. Smartly, he kicked the horse in the flank and it reared. The knight fought for control while Robard rolled backward off his own horse. He landed on his feet, shouting loudly and nudging his horse in the flank with his shoulder, sending it scurrying across the circle directly into the path of two other knights.
Maryam gave her ululating war cry, and it added to the noise and confusion. She jumped from her horse and darted beneath it, coming up on the other side and spooking the steed next to her. But it was too little too late. We were outnumbered, Robard and Maryam had no weapons and I feared I would bleed to death shortly. The entire front of my tunic was dark with blood, and my left arm throbbed in pain from the cut I had received.
One of the knights lowered his lance and spurred his horse toward me. It would take only a moment for him to cross the few paces between us. I stood stock-still, unable to raise either arm in my defense. My vision was fading and the world collapsed around me.
As the knight closed in, I focused only on the point of his lance. A horrible way to die, I thought, struck down by a brother of the Order. My last thought was to apologize for failing to protect the Grail as Sir Thomas had wished. But at least Sir Hugh was dead. No matter what happened, he would never be the one to possess the Grail. I hoped it would make Sir Thomas happy.
As death rode down on me, I stood as straight as my wounds would allow, determined to die on my feet. Maryam was shouting at me, but soon it would all be over. I could finally rest.
Then the steel weapon suddenly disappeared, and I looked up in confusion as the knight tumbled backward off his horse. The next thing I knew he was lying on the ground, a crossbow bolt protruding from his chest. What? Some last instinct of survival commanded me to lurch away from the path of the charging horse, and though I jumped aside, the giant animal still collided with me and spun me to the ground.
There was shouting. I heard “Drop your weapons” and suddenly a furry golden flash was over me. It was Angel. She took an instant to bark at me, and I tried to rise up but was too sore and weak. She licked my face, then sniffed at the satchel clutched in my hand, finally sitting on it, as if it were her duty to protect the Grail now.
A shadow fell across the ground in front of me. Someone knelt, placing a hand upon my shoulder. A voice spoke and it sounded familiar. I glanced up thinking for a moment God was playing tricks on me again. For here knelt Sir Thomas, and behind him were several mounted Knights Templar. All of them were pointing crossbows at the knights who had just tried to kill us.
With my last ounce of strength I raised my hand and pointed at Robard and Maryam and said, “Please don’t harm those two,” and then I fell into a world of blinding white light.