Garsig

Evening settled upon the town as the cool, damp air smelled softly of wet grass and dust.

The bed was warm with the blankets wrapped around me.  I slept soundly until the sound of hammering pierced through my dreams and jolted me into consciousness.  Sitting up, my hands move up to rub my eyes to clear out the sting of wakefulness burning them.  Peering around, the walls of Gerta’s bed closet come into focus and the scent of musky wood fill my nose.  I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and strained my weary muscles to stand up.  Running my hands through my hair, I felt the curls protest with the tugs an

What is he possibly be doing in Aldburg?  Him.  Him in Aldburg.

Five gold coins was the price of my husband. Five gold coins for the slaying of Osgar son of Hincmar, a well-respected man in Aldburg. Five gold coins for a strong youth killing his weakened elder. Five gold coins for my beloved’s blood spilling out of his body. Five gold coins for the man I loved most to die in the darkest of nights, sputtering and gasping for breath. Five gold coins is a paltry sum. What fee can buy a husband’s love? A father’s care? A freeman’s fealty? That was no worthy trade.

It was near sunset when the rider was spotted cantering up the snaking path that lead to the outpost of Stangard. The green and white banners snapped in the evening breeze, golden light bathing the rough palisade walls.