Book number 29 The Burning Land by Bernard Cornwell 

Page 29

Sentence 29 is on page 30, but hey.

Didn’t make it to 29 sentences but this is the story so far.

We were still slaughtering the last of the Danes when Finan’s scouts reported that horsemen were approaching the hill crest to the south. If we made haste, we might cut them off. No time to lay a trap and no cover to stage an ambush. Keeping the hostages alongside me, I headed straight toward them. 

She breathed deep it seemed for the first time in many hours as the men galloped away. The infant in her arms was beginning to stir and she had feared it would cry out and give away their hiding place. When the Danes came, she had concealed herself and the child in a cart, burrowed beneath sacks of grain brought in for the priest. By some miracle no Dane sword had been thrust through the sacks to waste the best of the harvest. Perhaps they who now lay dead all around had planned some use for it? That other miracle that had aided her to live another day as she fled toward Mercia and her uncle’s protection would no doubt be short lived. Neither band of marauders had set light to the church or its barn. But if the men the Saxons rode out to meet were victorious, fire could yet rage through this dry thatch and wooden posts. She must move and swiftly, but which direction was safe