❮ all published chapters Morning, again. Quiet and forest song gently pushing away the despair and nightmare rattling chains of sleep. “You cry out in your sleep, like a child,” she said. She was sitting beside him, running a finger along one edge of his two-sided sword, which lay near his right side, the hilt […]
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❮ all published chapters It was not a hut but rather a hovel. Lady Ysabeau paused some distance away and discharged the acolyte the bishop had sent to guide her. The man looked as if he might protest, but the countess, thinking to herself how much this day was costing, simply placed a gold coin […]
❮ all published chapters The morning came, softy again, but this time his companion was nowhere to be seen. He took advantage of this privacy to retrieve a notebook from his pack. Taking up the crude pencil from the twine that held it to the book, he turned to the next empty page and wrote […]
❮ all published chapters Morning came with birdsong through his window, domestic sounds from within the manor, and the more distant and so muted din of labour in wood and stone, as construction of the walls and towers around his home continued. And, thank all that was holy, so too that ringing vastly diminished. Not […]
❮ all published chapters When he awoke it was close to noon. The sun was directly overhead, piercing the canopy of trees as the light wind swayed an opening between them. He lay on his back, arms folded over his chest as if ready for the grave, with his sword lying to his right. He […]
Jehan put his hand to his forehead. Yes, those bells were contributing to the painful ringing that clouded his mind. It filled him with rage.
He turned from the valley and made his way toward the trees. The tip of his large sword slipped down, beneath the plate armour attached to the outside of his pack, nearly scraping on the ground. The sloping plain lead him to the trees, making the valley behind appear like a great scar carved out of a rolling hill on its way to the mountains.
He knew scars.