Injury

I need to put pen to paper and journal properly what has been going on. These records may be vital in days and weeks to come.

Last night there was a knock at my door. When I answered a man was there with a babe in arms swaddled tightly. His hair was very blond and was disheveled and wet from sweat, he appeared out of breath and quite pink of the cheeks. I immediately sensed he had run to me from his home with the child.

Reflecting on the Injury

Fifty paces away from Cwenawynn's camp, for decency, Ryheric slid in to his bed roll by the fire. Son of Mouse grazed nearby.

They were within sound of the Brandywine river. The song of its waters echoed through forest trees in the night air.

Dear Mama and Papa,

It was like the moments before the start of an upcoming fight, Gæded thought. The tension, the waiting, the feeling of holding your breath until the moment comes – it was all the same, though Gæded didn’t initially think that waiting for the Huntsmaster  to wake up would feel like this.

He needed an ally. Someone he could work with. Someone with a bow. His mind wandered to the wild, red headed lass he knew in Bree-land and her skill at hunting. How he missed the fiery Narys, how he wished she could be there with him for both her bow and her passionate embrace.