Lance & Spear
They rode in loose formation. Their spears, halberds and lances swaying amongst the trees. None spoke. The only sounds were those of their horses and the creaking of their saddles. Yet the enemy should have known they were coming.
The birds gave them away. At least to my ears. Even the squirrels scampered away. Deer and other forest creatures avoided them, though their group was small and making no big movements. Animals know intents. And they knew those men rode to kill.
I followed them as far as I could. Not worried they were hunting me or my family. More out of interest. Where were these soldiers headed with such a serious intent, yet why the calm. It’s that which really piqued my interest.
They were clearly professionals. But the lacked the mirth of men just out for a ride. And yet there was no hurry to their pace. It spoke to something else. Not just a confidence in their own abilities but that others knew nothing of their presence, movements or motivations.
My own existence booked no surprise from them. Even as I fell out of a tree before them. Stupid, I know. But I was intent on getting a closer look, and over confident in my own abilities.
The leader, a man I would come to know was called Satchel, said nothing as I attempted to stand up and brush myself off. He merely offered me a hand.
Today’s art is courtesy of Dominik Mayer from Nuremburg, Germany.