Age of Faith

Episode 20's

For all.That's how men are made.”That was the reason why they were so uncivilized.Although Annyn often wished she was born a man, she was, at that time he was glad he was not born as a man.That thought was followed by another.Civilized he came to Wulfen with a dagger on his thigh?It was different where the retaliation happened, he told himself.

No, Annyn, Jonas' voice drifts you.Setting is God's."I thought you'd be okay, Braose."Sir Merrick shone down Annyn's back, extended his steps, and left her.The memory of the exercise caused her to stick and smell, she pulled as she followed it.However, while passing through the armored bodyguard, the, watching him meet with Wulfrith's eyes.putting his hands to the side, he curses his abominations.If he is not careful, it will reveal it.

At that thought, he set his mind to what lay ahead.Will this be night?Before dawn, could he be far away from Wulfen?Of course, if he gets caught... He will not imagine it.Despite the consequences, it will be done.It cannot be done.Not tonight.

Annyn lowered the tray to the table where Wulfrith was sitting and glanced at Squire Warren who was standing on his master's shoulder.No, not tonight.Not only is this very late and he's very tired, but Wulfrit and his bodyguards were very awake.Although part of him was drowning, the other part was relieved.Fatigue, he explained, that day caused the arms and legs to tremble and the eyelids to close.

In the morning, he will be sick tenfold.He wine cup from the tray and thanksgiving for the width of the fingers under the raised that conquered the trembling hands.Suddenly put it in front of Wulfrit, the, he asked, "Is there anything else you ordered, My Lord?""Even."He didn't look up from his ledger.“Rest.”Uncomfortable shaking his ribs, he picked them up and grabbed the tray."Lesson eleven," growled Wulfrith.Annyn met him."My lord?""Cleanliness.

When was the last time you took a shower?"she stinks? He pointed his hand to the side. "I ..." "Are you a flea?" Although the thought was positive, he would embrace the dirty He wine trophy from the tray and gratitude for the gratitude for the width of the finger under the raised that conquered the trembling hand, he asked, "Is there anything else you ordered, My Lord?""Even."He didn't look up from his ledger.“Rest.”Uncomfortable shaking his ribs, he picked them up and grabbed the tray."Lesson eleven," exasperated Wulfrith.

Annyn met him."My lord?""Cleanliness. When was the last time you took a shower?"she stinks? He pointed his hand to the side. "I ..." "Are you a flea?" Even though the thought was positive, he would embrace the dirty one

the pest on top of the body of the threatening woman will reveal it."No, my lord, it's just an itch that I'm suffering from."He looked down at his gaze.“See that.”"I'll do it, my lord."He grabbed the tray again.

His hand gripped his forearm, causing the nettle to pierce his skin."Now." Now."She stuck her chin out at the table near her bed."You can use my basin."“Your bakkus?”As the words squeaked from her, she regretted it.Not only could they barely compare to the voice she had been influencing for these past two days, she said, but surprise swept away most of the skin that belonged to her.

And Wulfrith leaked straight at him with eyebrows asking.Did she see Annyn Bretanne?He put a hand on his neck and roughly cleared his throat."I won't see, My Lord."The intensity she looked at him caused her toes to cramp in her boots.“You without your scratches.A few minutes in the basin will not change the state.”Does he mean to expose himself?A man among men may not refuse to let go of his tunic, but he will spoil."Do it now," Wulfrith's voice rose, "otherwise, I'll do it for you."Annyn crossed into the basin.There, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Wulfrit's back facing towards her and her head bowed to the ledger.

Squire Warren remained motionless near his master.is it good to look around?She will just reach under her tunic and wipe the tied part.And the sooner it is done, the sooner she can go.The pain spreads in the back of the eye, and the sooner the, he dipped a hand towel in cold water.

A quick glance from his shoulder ensured that everything was fine, raised the tip of his tunic and wiped his armpits, then approached in the direction of view."What is lesson seven?"asked Wulfrit.Annin speechless.Is it about swearing?If yes, what does this have to do with bathing?"Lesson seven," said Guard Warren, "don't assume, my lord."Then to his bodyguard who first asked the question, he was not the only one forced to read the lesson.

It smells ground and something not entirely pleasant, though he'll guess it tastes salty."Find the error," said Wulfrit.It was the aroma.He had used the available towel.Consciousness triggered another turmoil, Annyn took a sharp breath."I'll do it, my Lord," said Squire Warren.Hearing a large voice glancing across the table, followed by a chair, Annyn from over her shoulder.Although Wulfrith was leaning on her chair, his attention remained on the ledger.He thrust out his tunic arm and wiped his arm.

Deciding it was enough, he folded and placed it next to the basin, then crossed the room and took the tray."Politeness is a virtue that benefits a pastor, Braose," says Wulfrith, "and the woman,“He who declares correction is brutal.

And stupid, Squire James.”It was the same verse that Father Cornelius often used during his support to educate Annyn about the expected behavior of Christian women.How did Wulfrit know his words?“Proverbs,” his sigh, the response as expected of a young man who has been given to the Church."Aye." Yeah."Afraid Wulfrith might ask her to count the verse, she said again, “What other lessons do you have for me, My Lord?”With eyes constantly looking inside him, he leaked.

And somehow he managed not to turn away.“Lesson twelve, a warrior is brave, not humble.May it be good for you to know the scriptures, Braose, the Church is no longer your destiny.”"I will try to remember that, though,

He surfaces from the sun to the dim hall taken by the sleeping man.When he arrives on his palette, exhausted fatigue—seems.How did he get to Wulfrit?When's?Before two weeks pass, the act must be done, because after that menstruation will begin, and he can not take risks.

There were twelve days left, but it must have been that long... There will be a chance, he can wait.

One cent a night in Wulfen and a thrilling training that made the first days seem uneventful.If it wasn't Wulfrith who wanted more from him, it was Sir Merrick, if not Sir Merrick, then it was Sir Merrick, wulfrith Guard.

The burden was unlike anything he carried, and often condemned Rowan for not preparing it better.He had treated him too well.The one almost tried was Charles Shefield, who was a very good friend of his, bodyguard who knew James' brother.Every spare time Annyn had, though rare, she spent avoiding him.She talked about too many things she could not discuss, he said, asking too many questions that he could not answer.How foolish he is to claim that brother James has talked about it!"There!"Mr. Merrick hoarse, take it back to the forest.“You saw him?”He pierced through the mist.Yes, and that nice deer.

After quietly shouting throughout the hunt that she could do this, Annyn raised her bow."I saw it."He gulped against the pain that exceeded the limit every day trying his voice hard towards a man.The horse shifted underneath him, sending whispers of warning through the trees that caused the deer to raise its horned head."Slowly," sighed Sir Merrick.He glanced over to where he sat his horse beside his horse.“It's yours, Braose.

Bring it to the ground.”Thankful it was he who instructed it and not Wulfrit who watched the other from close range, he pulled the rope to his cheek.See, Jonas came to him, Jonas came to him,causes cold lumps of his flesh.Stabil.He saw a deer under his arrow, held firm.That's it, Annin."Aye," she sighed, but she still held it back when her arrow was done—