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o the fire!" shrieked the woman in the doorway. Motioning the others toward the gate, Daoud turned his horse sideways and swung the crossbow in an arc to cover the attackers. The men stopped their rush, but the tall woman pushed her way through them, screaming curses. Her hulking husband joined her, his long arms reaching for Daoud. He looked able to knock a horse to the ground. Daoud used both hands to aim the crossbow at him, gripping the horse with his knees. He hoped the threat would be enough to stop the man. He did not want to shoot the innkeeper. If anyone were killed, the deed could follow them to Orvieto. As he hesitated, the huge man drew back his arm and threw the dagger with the force of a catapult. Daoud heard a thump and a groan behind him. Daoud's thumb pressed the crossbow's release, and the string snapped forward with a reverberating bang. The innkeeper bellowed with pain, the cry dying away as he collapsed. The bolt probably went right through him, thought Daoud. As the man's dying groan faded, his wife's scream rose. She fell on her knees beside him, and the other men crowded around them. "Blood of Jesus! Pandolfo!" the innkeeper's wife wailed. Jerking the reins with his left hand, Daoud wheeled the horse out the gate. _God help us, now they will be after us._ Which one of his people had been hurt? He found himself, in his anger, hoping it was Celino. The three other horses and the donkey were bunched together outside the gate, on the dirt path that led through trees to the Appian Way. Some of the men from the inn were out there, too, but when Daoud swung the crossbow in their direction, they backed into the inn yard. "Leave me here," the old man gasped. "I am dying." So it was he the dagger had hit. They would have to leave him, Daoud thought, and his son would insist on staying with him. And the vengeful crowd from the inn would tear the two of them to pieces. All this fighting would have been for nothing. Celino spurred his horse over to where the old man swayed in the saddle clutching his stomach. "Sorry to hurt you, but we are not leaving you," he said. He pulled the groaning wounded man across to his own horse and swung one of his legs over so that he was riding astride. Daoud saw blood, black in the faint light of the crescent moon, running out of the old man's mouth, staining his white beard. "Can you ride a horse?" Celino barked at the son. "Yes," the boy s
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