horseman

The next moment they all heard the horsemen go by.

The time had now come for the 2000 horsemen to play their part.

He was a good horseman from the age of seven.

The eyes of the horseman had never moved from the girl's face.

Fact was, no one could stand against his horsemen on open ground.

This is to say: look out for horsemen in black.

His eyes were wide as he looked down on the white horsemen.

He looked, she decided, exactly how a horseman should look.

But there was a horseman coming at him from the left.

The horsemen did not fire, shot nothing at all, but simply kept coming.

I knew the time had come to send in my horsemen.

Five minutes later, the boy saw two horsemen waiting ahead of them.

"Then you also see the horsemen coming through the trees?"

Two horsemen came to look at us in the afternoon.

Of the 800 horsemen who had started out, only 420 returned.

Out of 110 horsemen, 35 were killed in this action.

And he was supposed to be such a great horseman!

Just then a group of four horsemen appeared, coming from the west.

They all heard it then: horsemen coming down the road from above them.

Or would he simply order his horsemen to turn around and ride for home?

The horsemen have reached them, but they are standing their ground.

In about a hundred years, maybe, he would make a horseman.

He was tall, but did not have the figure of a horseman.

As he had known they would, the first of the horsemen were beginning to cross.

There was no point in running towards the group of horsemen.