Saddle feature

Usage examples of pommel.

The dagger at his hip was a border dirk set with a water-pale cairngorm in the pommel, like sunlight on peat in a highland stream.

His black fur colback, thick enough to stop a sword blow to the head, hung from his pommel.

She simply looked at him, hands folded on the pommel of her saddle, until he went on.

They very likely wanted to, but their gloved hands remained folded on the pommels of their saddles, and neither betrayed impatience by so much as the flicker of an eyelid.

A lean Kandori with a large pearl in her left ear and silver chains across her chest sat her saddle calmly, gloved hand folded on the pommel, maybe still unaware that her gray gelding and her wagon teams alike would be put into the lottery once she was into the city.

On the pommel was struck a single complex glyphic which the Prince with his sketchy knowledge of such things, found undecipherable.

It ran wetly, redly, from the worn sleeve of his leather hacqueton to drop upon his big hand and ooze across the pommel of his shattered sword.

She sat sideways on her horse, just as Jennet did, but Lady Appleton rode alone, resting both feet on a velvet sling and supporting one knee in a hollow cut in the pommeled saddle.

But those who saw it last saw it fixed to the handle of the great broadsword, fused with the metal cast in the forge, the image burnished and glowing, the hand clenched at the joinder of blade and pommel, the flame rising upward along the blade toward its tip.

The horse spun on its hind legs and crashed back down, jarring Krai forward across the pommel.

He struck with the sword pommel, turned, and cut a pair of liches across at midchest with a single sweeping motion.

As Cleggett, struck in the mouth with the pommel, staggered back, Loge plunged feet foremost into the hold.

Havel drew the puukko from its sheath in a backhand grip with his thumb on the pommel, the thick reverse of the blade lying along his forearm.

Sarah sat on his back, hands resting lightly on the pommel, absently listening to the gurgle of the spring and the whistling cry of a rosella in a nearby smoke tree.

Nonetheless, Bili rode with his visor down and his uncased axe laid ready across his wide-flaring pommel.