Age of Faith

Episode 17's

The bodyguard lunged left, right, with certainty as if he had run many times.Despite all his pain, he remained with him through the forest.What was their purpose?Will he make half an hour?He is attractive and grateful over the shadow that supports him utilizing that meets the need to fill his narrowed lungs.

Would it really harm her if she let go?Her tunic is full and— No, the training of guards includes wrestling, and if she is in the clutches around, it is best to stay tied.She touches the misericorde on her thigh.When will it happen?Free to wander the road to hell, whispered Father Cornelius as his elbow struck his shoulder and one foot landed on his foot.

Without an apology, the perpetrator shoots forward and melts into the shadows."Curse you, Wulfrith," he said, blaming out of place."Curse your black soul!"With a determined determination, his view of the huge shadow that became his lighthouse through the forest.When the sound of water falling reached him, the dawn turned the sky into a deep blue, towering guard into trees, and the, the shadow became the guard and the courtyard, and the one in front became a man.

It was Wulfrit, the pale hair that held him was not light yellow as it was forgotten, but silver.He turned and almost collided with another guard.The young man shouted,but he was too forced to understand his words.Staying to the right of the group, he glanced over his shoulder.

There were probably a dozen at the back, meaning there were three times as many in front.he managed to return to the training ground prematurely?A waterfall came into sight, along with the bodyguards and the courtyard that negotiated the rocks in its width.Annyn down to the pool where the water saw and saw it was a steep ravine that she passed through.

He tried to change his direction, but one leg fell from underneath.He shouted and demanded it to the ground.

He slid down through the mud and thickets attached to the sides, each of the ravine handle grasping the fallen plants.He glanced over his shoulder.The water pool below him swerved, and the water pool under him, so he wouldn't drown, but then he had to climb out of the abyss.

Worse still, he had to return to the training ground before the last minute of half an hour—only possible if he could fly.And there was no bird named Annyn Bretanne.Muddy from the slide, the, bruised from the stone belt and the sticks and stones he encountered while descending, he found a purchase near the bottom of the ravine.

Rolling on his back, he took a breath against him and his gaze to the surface of the turbulent pool to the opposite side of the abyss. It was also sloping, though not too steep. Unfortunately, to get to the other side would require getting drenched. He glanced up. It is better to get wet, even if it is cold to the bone, than to try and climb out.

He struggled to stand up. The ballast belt would sink him if the water proved too deep, he peeked under the pond and saw it flowing into the river strewn with rocks. taking into account him may not need to need more than one toe.

He pressed his shoulder back. "Half hours yet, my lord." He stopped at stop doing it." Regardless of how sick he was, he would prove him wrong. "I can." "Not if you stand here arguing." As he stepped around her, a thought appeared in his mind. “Sadly you also have to run it again, Tuanku.” His lips revealed a smile that almost disarmed him for changing his face.

Stirred by something he had never felt before, instead he could not guess what this feeling was, for he had an ear to hear the things being listened to among the servants. Also, there was the night she met a knight and a chamber maid as they met on the wall in the hall. Even though he was only ten and three years old, their murmurs and babbles did not require any explanation. Yes, what he felt was a matter of men and women. And he declared himself because of that. The secreted misericorde press suddenly urged, Annyn reluctantly the timing was not right. No revenge would be gained without a huge advantage over Wulfrit. So he ran.

Following behind Jame Braose, Garr looked up at the sky. If the guard had the chance to do so before half an hour had passed, he would need more speed. He drew next to Braose. “You will fail!” The young man reached a foot further. It was a challenge that Garr knew he would accept as many have done before, including Garr whose father had always asked for more from him than he had asked from others. No one wants to be told what he can and cannot do. And in it lay a well of strength from which one might not be able to take it.

Garr retreated but remained near Braose. There was a lot to be gained from the opponent's breath on one's neck. The young man injured the forest, bounded by logs and rivers, must have burned each one, but not slowed it down. As he exited the trees, the castle of Wulfen Castle was photographed by sunrise. If half an hour wasn't on them, it would be soon. "You're wasting your breath" exclaimed Garr. Braose gathered more speed, running because she couldn't possibly know she could. Those in the workout grew larger with each leg reach, and Garr knew the others were watching and probably believed Braose could not do it.

But they're wrong. "Unworthy!" Garr reached deep into the young man. Braose and, before long, exploded on the training field. Gasping for breath, he glared at Garr who had stopped at the disconnected. Garr looked at Sir Merrick. The knight raised a water clock that could not have more than a drop of water left. A relieved mutter emerged from the bodyguards gathered around him.

Although Braose desperately wanted to fall to the ground, she propped up on her thighs and at the waist. "To your stations" another Garr orders. As they swelled towards the mop, quintain, sword, and spear, Garr stepped towards Braose who was watching his progress through the hair falling over his eyebrows. “It looks like you have learned lesson ten yourself.” Garr stop stop stop. Braose tilted her head backwards. 

Garr let her wait so she could broadcast it, then said, "Don't let anyone open the way for you." Anin. His temptation to draw strength from him? To push him to a place he didn't know existed? Although he would rather not believe that it was an evil intention, no. And he said to himself that he liked it more because it didn't match the man thrown by the man who killed.

He's the one pushing his thighs and tours. "Then shall I be worthy, my lord?" "That's not what I said." The unbreakable fraud! What she won't give for a single moment to stand before her as Annyn Bretanne who has the right to vent your hatred. "When are you going to say it, My Lord?" Not because he needed it. “So then.” He finds it as if to find them through. He lowered his gaze. “Then I will try to prove myself.” “If you want to stay in Wulfen, please. Tell me, what is lesson four?” “It was ...” Which lesson did he break? Ah, but he didn't really break it, did he? He forced his gaze towards her. "The fourth lesson is to always keep an eye on the opponent, my lord." “But many times turned you away from me.” To emerge from it, and he knows it. "Right now, we're not at odds, my lord." “Are we not?” More than he could know. His closeness and his words made it difficult to breathe, he took another breath. "Are we, my lord?" I sound like a poltroon! "Yes, Jame Braose, you're happy with me. As if I've done you wrong.” He sees too much. “Mistake me, my lord? How did that happen?" His smile was attentive. "I don't know, but I will." When it was too late was the end of him. "Take off your belt and meet Sir Merrick." Relieved as she stepped away, Annyn looked over to where Sir Merrick was leading his bodyguards in thrusting the sword. "Squire James," call Wulfrit. Commanding his face, he looked over his shoulder. "My lord?" "How do you know my soul is black?" Annyn almost had a seizure. How does he know what he believes about his soul? He did not— Yes, when he had run the forest, not realizing Wulf was his beacon, he cursed him. But did he really speak out loud? He shrugged his shoulders. "'It seems that only one with a black soul will make the youths wake up before sunrise, put on a belt, and look for a blocked path through...My lord." "Indeed."Just this time, Annyn felt relieved when she disappeared from sight.Exhaling into her eyebrows, she grabbed the belt and opened it.“Brace!”Mr. Merrick called.

He showed it to the cart and dropped the belt on top of the others.When he turned around, the knight was on target."You almost made me moody" he said, but he wasn't as disappointed as he had been warned."I am aware of that, my Lord."He flips."Come on, we're on the sword."Although the five guards who recorded and trained under Sir Merrick did not say anything, he felt their irritation long before he stood in their midst, he was in Wulfen for only one reason