The Traveller part 3

The Traveller Part 3 

By M Cowley

He panted, his breath short with exhaustion, the rain fell heavy slicking his hair down, it would be so easy to just lay down against one of the mud brick buildings lining the allyway and pass from the world, but that was not his way, he gripped the blood slick hilt of his sword tighter in his hand and pushed on, the burning pain of the three dagger thrusts in his side spilling his lifeblood to mix with the mud spattered upon his clothes. Voices urgently whispering in the darkness were carried to his ears telling him his assailants had not given up, not suprising as despite the suprise of the attack he had killed many of them before he was forced to flee. A short time later he again heard the sound that had drew him in this direction, bells, church bells, he again pushed onwards he knew sanctuary and aid lay at the source of those bells......