He parried a thrust and stuck out his foot so that the man stumbled and missed. The horse whinnied and reared. Then Conn grabbed at its mane he and hung on, his feet frantically scrabbling at the animal's sides. He hoped desperately that Jamie had already gone, and that he hadn't stolen his cousin's mount.
They were far down the glen before he could haul himself up on to its back.
He heard another horse pound behind him. Yelling at his own horse he turned, ready to protect himself with with his sword.
And saw his cousin.
Neither had breath to speak, but Conn saw the glint of Jamie's teeth.