Wedding Woes

Zavas woke from a dream. A shadow chasing him the clatter of bones and a dark bereft of all godly light, impenetrable, terrifying. He sat up to a cock’s crow, felt the presence of his companions stirring close by in the ruins. He scattered water all over his head and felt the terror receding from him his heart, for the time being. They shared fresh baked bread from the Wilderlings amongst them, sat talking in sombre voices about the day and the one after ahead.

    The moon was glancing at the world through the dark clouds in the sky and the air was filled with the neeking and the breeking of the annoying insects of the Marsh, they kept a steady rhythm for the leaves to rustle with the passing of the wind.