Age of Faith

Episode 18's

Swords, mops, and more mops. The morning continues until Annyn believes Wulfen is just another name for hell. If it wasn't for his female body and that he wouldn't stay, he might indeed be a man at the end of his time here — tough men.

His shoulders flexed, he entered the hall among the others and sighed at the scent of Cook's efforts for lunch. The sideboard is crowded with various dishes that make the air blurry, and the tables are laid with a clean white cloth. "Hand!" the page called. Impatient to fill the hole in her stomach, Annyn anxiously waits for visitors with the pages that hold the wash basin of water and towels for practice.

Finally, the air warms to his fingers and runs smeared to dry. He flipped towards the table and there, in Indonesia, stood Wulfrit's second guard, Samuel. "You must pour wine on the master's table." He thrust a jug at her. Anin. If he doesn't eat right away, he'll probably faint, and that's not excessive, because twice in the last few years it happened when he's had too many hours without food.

She desperately wanted to, only to cringe at the feminine tongue show. Did the guard notice? No, he was too busy paying attention to his upper forehead that was not there. He cleared his throat with a manly grunt. “I can eat first?” “After you pour. At half an hour, the others will keep you so you can eat. ” Such generosity! Receiving the jug, he clenched his handle so tightly that if it wasn't made of lead, he might break.

He advanced to the high table where Wulfrith was sitting, leaking impatiently, his trophy rod stuck between his fingers.As he climbed the pulpit, he checked the lesson and found one that served."Lesson three, Braose," said Wulfrith.He tilted his head.“Act when you act.Sorry, My Lord.”Wretched man!He thrusts his cup forward, and Kate fills it to the brim of—a mistake, though it's too late to be fixed.Have it lifted with fading patience."Width of one finger under the rim, Braose.""Yes, my lord."He moved to the man beside him, speaking on the pitch after telling him that he and the others were Wulfrit's brothers, Sir Everard and Sir Abel.

The light from the upper window shone on Sir Everard's shaved hair, the tightly-mouthed knight lowered his ear to something his sister said.Annyn filled his trophy with a finger under the edge, then the trophy of Sir Abel."Better, Squire," muttered the younger.Annyn stared, but his dark head once again turned to Everard.At least the Wulfrits were not all uncivilized, he looked at the bodyguard standing behind Sir Abel.

Charles Shefield tilts his head.Stiffly, Annyn welcomes him well.Somehow, he should avoid it.Next is Sir Merrick.As if he does not look at him, he stares as he pours.He is a strange man, offers encouragement on the training field, and he, although what he said seemed sincere.It was as if he dwelled more inside of him than outside and liked it enough to stay there.Annyn moved to those sitting on the other side of Wulfrit.

As he poured, the bodyguard brought food to the table, the smell caused his stomach to gurgle.Never been so hungry.Let half an hour be a good speed, he sent a prayer.However, as proof of the deaf ears God turned to them, but, minutes dragged and hunger increased."Deliver!"Wulfrit called.When he fills up to refill his drink, it starts to relax.Ah, no.Not here!Wulfrith's face curved and gathered shadows around him.

Annyn aimed at the table to enjoy herself and the air, but in vain.She heard the jug at any time before seeing his reflection.This is not the first time a young man fainted, but, something about the horror in James's eyes greatly shocked Garr.Disregarding the wine that was into his lap, he stood up and circled the pulpit as murmurs rose from the table

with a cut of his hand, he knelt beside Braose.

The young man took a breath, his chest bulging and his face almost as white as

as a tablecloth.

Garr hit Braose's cheek.“Brace!”Has the famine brought him down?Tired?

Maybe he's suffering from the same respiratory disease that—

Braose gasped, but did not open her eyes.

“For your food!”Garr denounced when the murmur started again.NS

the humiliation Braose would suffer was already great enough without adding to it.

The young man coughed and took another breath.

Why is he having trouble breathing?Garr reached to the end

tunic the young man and start drawing him.

Braose sat down so suddenly her head was cut off Garr's jaw.

“With faith!”Garr barking.

The young man tapped one hand to his head, the other to his tunic."Apologies, m-Tuanku.”

Gar stands.Although Braose cannot recover adequately, if she wants—

saving his dignity, he must rise up by himself."Lift your feet, Squire."

Braose's eyes widened when she saw the stain that darkened Garr's tunic."Ku

sir, I'm sorry.I-"

"Rise!"

His face, moments before it had become a candle, flushed."I know, my Lord."He gripped

the edge of the table."Not worth it."

That was not what Garr wanted to talk about, but he nodded.Disregarding the urge to

sending Braose out of the hall, as it would only add to her embarrassment, she said, “Clean—

wine and refill the jug.”

Surprise flickered at the bodyguard's gaze as if he was expecting a severe one

still, Garr was allowed to see nothing more than that and, again, was—

disturbed by the depths he cannot probe

looking behind the veil the young man covered his eyes.And he would do it.

"Yes, my lord."Braose grabbed the jug.

Garr walked around the table and threw his solar curtain to mana—

Squire Warren is waiting with a new tunic.

Although Garr could quickly return to the high chair, he remained orderly

to give Braose the time it takes to set the table properly

Gar's back.

After regaining his seat, he grabbed a new tablecloth and lifted his cup.

As he quenched his thirst, he saw Braose at the far end of the podium.

The boy was pale, but looked recovered.Less than a quarter of an hour

more and he can sit down to eat.Hopefully, he will survive and his stings will be more quickly forgotten.“I say he will be sent from Wulfen before two weeks are finished,” Everard speaks on Garr's shoulder.Garr considers his brother who was born two years after."Why did you say that?"“He's been a long time from a man.Too long." Abel looked over at the conversation. “I think you're wrong. Forsooth, I bet. ” Everard looks to the youngest. "I accept," in a tense voice. Abel looked at Garr. "What do you think?" What he rarely did he get was the results of those sent to him, but the young man was hard to reach.

But he also does not have the heart that belongs to the Church."I don't know yet, but he likes."Abel's eyebrows are up."What do you mean you don't know?"“Nothing will help you determine the betting odds.”Abel to Everard's Direction."I'll bet you.""And I'll empty your wallet."Garr turned away from their negotiations and re-elected Braose.Who would win?Everard or Abel?Sensing me Wulfrith, Annyn looked down at the table.

Does he need more wine?No, the cup was placed before him, which means it is possible to imagine what has happened, he said, as he did when his consciousness came back and he felt his slap.He was driven to find on it.And almost burst when he pulled his tunic.With the grace of God, though why would God help him he did not know, and, he hasn't been revealed yet.

At Wulfrith's bounty, despite why someone so cruel did not beat her and send her from the incomprehensible hall, she was allowed to gather her scattered pride, he was worried it might be what Wulfrith showed you.And it was no match.A young bodyguard got up from the lower table and got Annyn's side.

Grateful, he let go of the jug and came down from the pulpit.When he fell onto the bench, a moat was brought to him.never had food so happy.Mustahil.And even if possible, for what?Annyn slipped her tongue behind her teeth as she saw Sir Merrick leading around the cage

and, Sir Merrick stopped in the middle of the cage."Who will be first?"Horse without saddle?It's not him.It's not natural.“Brace!”Too bad!"My lord?"He's resting on the front."First you.""I haven't done it before.""For that reason you will be the first."Squire Bryant, who had been glaring at him all morning and now, approached."Cowardly."It wasn't the first bad comment she made since she fainted in the hall, but it was the first one spoken directly to you.She had thought of the laughter and the influence her words had exerted, but nothing more.

He considered his chapped upper meat before throwing out a hint of sympathy."and after that was reprimanded when he came into the hall without the same grace that Wulfrith thought he did not have.He stopped in front of Sir Merrick where he was in control."I'm ready, my lord.""Install Later.""I have to take off my boots?""Even."He did not benefit from gripping the toes.He passed it and staggered.No saddle, thus, no punch.How did he get the horse's back?There was only a mane, but he never used one like that.

That friendly would not hurt the horse, he gathered a handful, put his hand on the animal's back, and pushed himself up.The horse did not mind.Annyn sighed, sighed,although his relief was cut off by the huge figure entering the cage.Wulfrith's election was so ready when it came time to sow too late?He stepped across to where the guards were waiting for their turn, setting foot on the