Fears

Much of the text of this diary entry is interspersed and scattered with lists, notes, questions and rough diagrams, especially through the opening paragraphs.  Questions of provision, of packing and supply, lists of names which generally seem to belong to Breeish folk, or those of the wandering Eglain.  Geographic points, and estimates of miles between them.  Sketched and crude drawings of specific places on the eastern road that may present difficulty and danger, with arrows and labels showing points of attack.  It is no consistent work, rat

Coward

Angrinc sat, and the fruits of his labour were scattered about him.  He glanced toward his mailed gauntlets, soaked in blood and gore, shaking in terror even now that the danger had passed.  He could feel the pounding of his heart, each fierce beat both a welcome relief and cruel reminder of the terror he had felt scarce minutes before.

You’re nothing but a coward

The ground was thick with snow, but it wasn’t cold. Brord was laid out in front of her, just as when Gaeded had sat by him after he’d died. She stoked his mane as she did then too, running her gloved fingers through the strands. She felt the ache of sadness in her, knowing that she’d never see him again. She stood up, the snow crunching under her pointed leather shoes. She stepped back, looking around the where the corpse of the giant that killed her steed. But it wasn’t there.

Gilsel lay on the bed beside him, on him in part, and he hugged her tightly against his side. Since she had taken the habit of sleeping with him, and furthermore since they got married, he was finally able to sleep peacefully. That night, though, her soothing presence was not enough to dismiss a feeling of uneasiness, but he blamed that on the fact that it was one of the last nights they were going to spend in Bree-Land. For the next two weeks, at least.