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was horrified at the thought, and as they rode away, imagined wolves leaping
on him from the tall grass, to pull him from his horse.
Periodically they crossed streams flowing eastward to join their waters with
the Danube. Mostly these were bordered with sinuous bands of woodland. Away
from the streams, an occasional thicket of dark scrubby oaks, or clump of
poplars, had sprouted since fire had last swept the prairie. Less often, Baver
saw single larger oaks, or groups of several, broad-crowned and fire-scarred,
that had survived such fires.
He no longer got his gear wet when crossing the deeper streams.
Near evening, as they entered a fringe of poplars along a creek, they saw a
band of cattle on the far bank, drinking.
Murmuring brief instructions, Nils strung his saddle bow, then began to ease
upstream while Hans moved down, to cross away from the cattle and flank them.
Baver stayed behind as Nils had ordered. Shortly the cattle spooked, turned
and galloped off, little more than their heads in sight above the high grass.
The two Northmen galloped in pursuit, arrows nocked. Within a minute they were
out of Baver s view, a wrinkle in the prairie intervening.
The band had separated, and a few minutes later a young bull came trotting
back, surging brisket-deep across the stream.
Seeing Baver it stopped, about forty meters off as it topped the bank. It eyed
him, snorted, pawed the ground. The ethnologist took his pistol from its
pocket holster. The animal would weigh, he thought, two-thirds of a ton --
bone and muscle, gristle and horn; the gun seemed inadequate, trivial. The
animal started toward him again. His horse jittered, shied, starting one way,
then another, and he nearly lost his seat. In a moment of near panic, Baver
realized that from its back he d have a hard time hitting the bull, let alone
disabling it.
It charged. Baver pointed the weapon and fired. His horse bucked once, perhaps
from the gunshot, and he felt himself leaving the saddle, arms flailing in an
effort to land on his feet. He did, heavily, but couldn t keep them,
staggering forward into a poplar trunk and falling. Hooves thudded past him
two or three meters off. Then he was on his feet again, knees flexed, heart
banging, ready to run or dodge. The bull slowed as it reached the prairie s
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edge, swinging wide as if to return to the stream at a little distance. Baver
wondered if he d hit it when he d shot.
He watched it through the trees and the thin screen of undergrowth, heard it
snorting as it trotted. After a minute it disappeared over the stream bank to
reenter the water, and he neither saw nor heard it again.
Meanwhile his mount was gone, fled. He was alone: no horse, no saddlebag, no
food. And no gun! He d let go of it when the horse had thrown him! The
realization nearly buckled his knees. Beneath the trees, the grass was thinner
and shorter than in the open prairie, and on hands and knees he began to look
for his weapon. While he searched, it occurred to him that his radio was in
the saddlebag too, gone with the horse.
What if Nils and Mager Hans didn t come back?
Surely they would?
But even after most of a year among them, he didn t really know the Northmen.
He d collected hundreds of hours of AV
recordings of them, but to him they remained barbarians, another species,
beyond prediction.
After ten despairing minutes that seemed like thirty, he found the gun and
nearly kissed it. A fair breeze kept the mosquitoes down somewhat, and lying
on his back, Baver closed his eyes, listening to the rustling of poplar
leaves. And awoke to the sound of chopping. Nils and Mager Hans were back and
making camp; his own horse stood near, grazing. Nils or Hans had taken the bit
from its mouth, removed its saddle, and fastened hobbles on its forelegs. He
felt mortified. The two
Neovikings must think him a fool for falling asleep with his horse unhobbled.
And an inconsiderate one for leaving the bit in its mouth. Meanwhile dusk was
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