Their riders bore lances tipped with pennants that snapped like whips in the air.

Each rider bore a banner, stained by war, each wore a huge beast-mask of jewelled metal and heavy armour of steel, brass and silver, emblazoned with its wearer's device, battered and bloodied, and each gauntleted right hand gripped a weapon on which was encrusted the remains of a hundred innocents.

The rider bore the leather armour and blue cloak of a Roman messenger, with the oak leaf in gold pinned under his chin that said he came from the governor.

The satisfied roar from the crowd startled the lion, which swung its great head just as the second rider bore down, sending an arrow into its heart.

The most frightening thing, Maggie thought rather giddily, was that the rider in front of her bore a passing resemblance to Connor.

The second rider bore a slim lance of sharp glass, from which a long banderole of sulphurous yellow, charged with a nine-pointed star of deep black, slowly uncoiled behind him in his flight.

His riders bore torch and sword westward into Brythunia and Ophir and Corinthia, even to the borders of Nemedia.

The Gallosian armsmen appeared well before midmorning, the lead riders bearing purple pennons, and all riders bore polished oval iron-faced shields that shimmered in the sunlight.

The second rider bore in on the intruder's side, though he couldn't make out clearly what it was.