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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
eventually give the game away. He hoped to get close enough before the opposing<br />
side could develop any counter measures.<br />
A lone, black cloaked rider came into view as they breasted a rise. He saw<br />
them at the same moment. He raised a horn to his lips, but before it could be sounded,<br />
an arrow from one of the advancing troop, found its mark. Hammadi sent some of his<br />
troops back, it was time for the final play. He led the rest of his men off to one side at<br />
a mad gallop. Another black cloak saw them, this time, it didn't matter. He sounded<br />
off the alarm and nobody tried to stop him. Hammadi looked over his shoulder to<br />
where the herd was, and saw the great cloud of purple dust beginning to swirl. The<br />
herd was on the move, goaded out of control by the troopers and the herders. They<br />
were in full flight, a wild stampede which nothing could stop until they had spent the<br />
frantic energy of their panic.<br />
At the top of one of the low rises of ground, which was the only vantage point<br />
the terrain could offer, Hammadi reined in his Picun and held the trembling animal in<br />
check. The rest of his men had the same problem. Their mounts sensed the panic of<br />
the rest of the herd and instinctively wanted to be part of the mad onrush of beasts.<br />
They were sweeping down on the grazing herd of Eridos. Hammadi saw the black<br />
cloaked riders stung into alertness, firstly by the sound of the blaring horn and then,<br />
by the sight of thousands of Picun, screaming and bellowing, bearing down on them<br />
from the Schwarm desert.<br />
The herds collided, like the crashing together of two surging flood waves.<br />
Black cloaked riders were caught between them and went down into the pulping maze<br />
of pounding hooves. Hammadi felt a little sick - they couldn't escape. The grazing<br />
herd began to waver as the insurge of frenzied Picun communicated their blind panic<br />
to the others. The whole mass began to gain momentum. They broke and stampeded.<br />
Nine thousand or more of the herd of Obeid, triggered more than twelve thousand of<br />
the herd of Eridos and they began to run in a wild, uncontrollable surge towards the<br />
not too distant tents of the enemy.<br />
Hammadi's men whooped with glee. Their uncertainty about the mental state<br />
of their leader evaporated. They clapped him on the back - it was a master stroke!<br />
Hammadi contrived to smile and tried not to look where the herd has passed. Here and<br />
there, was something unrecognisable on the ground. Black and bloody shapes, which<br />
appeared impossible to have been men. He steeled himself, there was no time for<br />
sentiment, now came the hard riding. They took their positions on the flank of the<br />
racing herd. The onrush had to be channelled. The impetus of the onslaught could not<br />
be allowed to dissipate by dispersal - it had to be controlled for the greatest effect.<br />
The herd thundered on, goaded by the mad screams of the herders. Two miles<br />
of uncontrollable Picun flesh, with a solid phalanx behind the leaders, all of five miles<br />
deep, surged on towards the Encampment. It was an awesome weapon directed at the<br />
heart of Eridos.<br />
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