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Cornelius
turned
around
and
rode
toward
Maximus
at
full
speed
,
his
sword
ready
.
As
they
met
,
Maximus
struck
his
sword
upward
and
back
.
It
cut
right
through
Cornelius
’
s
body
.
Cornelius
fell
off
his
horse
and
lay
down
to
die
.
But
Maximus
had
also
been
wounded
,
with
a
deep
cut
to
his
shoulder
from
Cornelius
’
s
sword
.
He
fought
the
pain
and
moved
toward
the
horses
.
Maximus
rode
fast
through
the
German
forests
on
Cornelius
’
s
horse
.
He
was
leading
one
of
the
other
horses
behind
him
.
He
had
put
a
cloth
around
the
cut
in
his
shoulder
,
but
it
was
bad
and
gave
him
a
lot
of
pain
.
Blood
ran
down
his
arm
as
he
rode
,
but
he
did
not
have
time
to
stop
.
By
the
middle
of
the
day
he
had
crossed
into
the
east
of
France
.
He
rode
his
horse
as
hard
as
he
could
-
he
had
to
get
home
before
it
was
too
late
.
Into
the
night
he
continued
riding
,
not
stopping
for
water
,
food
,
or
rest
.
He
saw
nothing
as
he
passed
through
the
country
and
he
remembered
nothing
.
He
could
only
think
that
time
was
passing
so
quickly
.
He
became
hot
and
tired
and
decided
to
throw
off
his
armor
.
His
horse
was
also
tired
,
and
he
knew
it
could
not
go
much
further
.
He
changed
horses
and
continued
his
urgent
flight
toward
Spain
and
the
faraway
hills
above
Trujillo
.
*
*
*
In
the
light
of
early
day
,
the
Spanish
hills
around
the
farm
and
house
were
unbelievably
beautiful
.
An
eight
-
year
-
old
boy
with
dark
hair
was
in
a
field
beside
the
pink
stone
house
.
He
was
training
a
wild
horse
,
making
it
walk
around
the
field
.
A
beautiful
,
black
-
haired
woman
watched
her
son
working
with
the
horse
and
smiled
.
He
would
have
a
fine
riding
horse
by
the
time
his
father
returned
.
The
boy
stopped
-
he
saw
something
.
Over
a
hill
he
could
just
see
a
battle
flag
,
coming
in
their
direction
.
He
shouted
with
excitement
and
happiness
and
ran
out
of
the
field
.
He
ran
toward
the
flag
,
calling
,
"
Father
!
Father
!
"
The
woman
,
too
,
looked
toward
the
flag
.
But
there
was
something
about
it
that
worried
her
.
