Story of 4th nazgul IIIIndur finally saw the river after some hour, moving towards, carefully leading the horse.
He cursed animal, when it started to snort loudly, looking to sides nervously, expecting some danger or even a trap, thought nothing could be seen at all. The ford was right before his eyes now, making him curse again - water stood very high. It seem impossible to cross without let horse drown, together with everything it carried.
- Damn.. - he muttered, letting animal drink, filling hands and satisfying own thirst as well. It was good to feel cold water and its fresh smell seemed delicious after musty smell of the swamp.
He directed towards north, along the river, trying to find a sandbank or at least more comfortable place to cross. It took him almost whole afternoon, before angry and frustrated, turned animal to back south; he was fully aware, was loosing precious time and risking life going there, but there was no other way. He had to go to real ford, southern
Story of 4th Nazgul IIIndur woke up from a short nap, feeling knee aching and whole body heavy and stiff. He looked around still dizzy, feeling calm rocking to the rhythm of horse's gait. Mare was moving ahead in lazy tarsus, with head loose as Indur tied her bridle to own wrist before felt too sleepy to lead.
Now he sobered a bit, yet still was tired, sore and thirsty. He had no water, only bottle of wine which made him even worst. He looked reluctantly down, at right leg which was now noticeably swollen; material was tight on it, causing dull pain and pulsation in whole thigh. Indur cursed and stopped the horse, sliding down from it’s back with difficulty, biting lips to not howl of pain.
It was bad. He noticed, couldn’t walk nor even support weight on right leg, limping to closest rock and sitting on it, cursing both cause flash of pain and because rock was too hot from sun.
- Oh damn, fucking…! – he groaned, while cut tight material with knife, making it open from shin to middle