The new mount felt different from the horse that had died in the reeds.
Its chest was narrower, its responses to leg pressure quicker. It also wanted to drift left whenever he stopped paying attention. Süke had already reined that habit twice since they had formed up within Orda's advancing formation.
He tested the grip on his bow with his bandaged left forearm. The cloth tightened across his wrist during the draw.
Not ideal.
Still usable.
Around him, the arban had fallen back into order. Ten men moving as part of the White Horde's advance.
Arsu rode with the composite blade looted during the fight in the reeds resting against his knee instead of inside its scabbard. His injured left hand remained on the reins.
Arqa had a folded pad of felt tied along his right cheek, secured by a cord beneath his chin.
Yasa's right arm was bound at the elbow, and his left forearm was wrapped below it.
Yasa spat.
"These bandages make me look like I got my arse kicked."
