picking up his speed as he went until, with a sudden furious rush, he closed on the group of men. He was on them before they knew he was there. Seizing the nearest soldier by the arm, he marched the surprised knight to the edge of the jetty and, with a mighty heave, vaulted him into the river. The body hit with a loud thwack, and the resulting splash showered the dock with water.
Bran dropped lightly down into a small fishing boat moored to the pier below and, seizing an oar from the oarlock, fended off the flailing knight. The soldier’s companions stared in slack-jawed astonishment at this audacious attack. One of them dashed to the end of the dock and extended his hand to his comrade. Bran dropped the oar, grabbed the hand, and pulled for all he was worth. The knight gave out a whoop as he toppled over the edge and into the water as well.
The two remaining knights backed away from the edge of the dock and drew their swords. One of them raised the point of his blade to Tuck’s throat, while the other waved his weapon impotently at Bran, who remained out of reach in the boat. Both were shouting in French and gesturing for the two Welshmen to surrender. “Tuck!” cried Bran, lofting the other oar. “Catch!”
Up came the oar. The friar snatched it from the air and, gathering his strength behind it, drove the blade into the soldier’s chest, propelling him backward and over the edge of the dock to join his two companions in the water. The last knight standing swung towards Tuck, his blade a bright arc in the air.
Tuck was quicker than he knew. Sliding his hands along the shaft of the oar, he deftly spun it up into the man’s face. The knight stumbled backwards, retreating step by step. Bran, meanwhile, scrambled back onto the dock. “Now, Tuck!”
Tuck drove forward with the oar, and the knight fell back a step, tripping over Bran’s outstretched foot. The knight lurched awkwardly, trying to keep his feet under him. He swung the blade wildly at Tuck, who easily parried the stroke, knocking it wide. Another thrust with the oar sent the soldier sprawling onto his backside, and before he could recover, Bran had grabbed his legs, pulled them up over his head, and pitched the knight heels first off the dock and into the river.
Bran and Tuck paused to look at their handiwork: four soldiers thrashing in the water and crying for help. Owing to the weight of their padded jerkins and mail shirts, they were unable to clamber out of the river; it was all they could do to keep their heads above water. Their cries had begun to draw would-be rescuers to the waterfront.
“Where are Gruffydd and the others?” asked Bran.
“They’re hiding across the way,” Tuck said, waving vaguely behind him. “I told Alan to keep them out of sight until the ship was ready. It has only just arrived.”
Bran glanced around. Two boys stood on deck, laughing at the spectacle played out on the dock. Their shipmates had gone ashore, leaving the youngest crew members to watch the vessel. “Go get them,” ordered Bran. “Get everyone aboard the ship and cast off!”
“But the captain and crew are not here,” replied Tuck. “They’ve gone up to the town.”
“Just go,” Bran urged, picking up the oar. “I’ll keep the soldiers busy.”
Tuck dashed away, returning as fast as his stubby legs allowed with Alan, Gruffydd, and the two young Welshmen trailing in his wake. They arrived on the dock to find Bran swinging the oar and shouting, keeping the water-logged Ffreinc in the water and the gathering crowd of onlookers at bay. Truth be told, Bran found preventing the rescue far easier than he imagined. Most of the townsfolk seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of the earl’s thugs at such an embarrassing disadvantage. Several boys were throwing stones at the knights, who singed the air with curses and obscenities.
“Get aboard!” cried Bran. “Cast off!”
Tuck turned on the others. “You heard him! Get aboard and cast off.”
While Ifor and Brocmael untied the mooring ropes, Alan picked up two long poles that were lying on the dock and tossed them onto the deck of the ship. The boat’s two young guardians protested, but were powerless to prevent their vessel from being boarded. They stood by helplessly as Tuck and Gruffydd set the plank on the rail and climbed aboard. “Ready!” Tuck called.