Age of Faith

Chapter 21

Who stands between life and death.Let go!"Now!"Mr. Merrick hoarse.He clenched his teeth, but wavered at the time of airing.The land flew through the wood, exhaling the air that will be penetrated today."Not negligent!"Wulfrit shouted as the deer ran away.

That bastard!Turbulent as it ended to find from the guard in the middle of it, Annyn lowered her bow.Although it was on Sir Merrick's eyebrows, no curse emanated from her eyes.Although she pushed it hard, there was no curse, these last days indicate that he is not a Wulfrith beast.

Indeed, if things were different it might be preferred."Tomorrow we try again," he said.As they tried again today after Annyn missed her target two days ago.She slipped a bow over her head and placed it on her opposite shoulder.Wulfrit rumbled forward.“Today we try again.”He stopped by the side."Get behind me, Braose."Due to his doubts, he gripped the arm upwards and pulled it towards him, giving him no choice but to straddle the small space behind his saddle.“Hold me!”He jerked the bridle and the horse staggered, barely off his back.Annyn pointed his hand around Wulfrit.

Through the forest he clings to us, cheeks to his coat-of-arms back, his muscular back stretched out and under it, emitting a radiance of heat which, when the sky began to cry promised rain, a chill from him, curse of his indiscriminate senses, produce it re-occur.About hatred, he told himself.Again, he sought his death, right?

It was then that he remembered the misericorde and realized that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.They themselves were already in the forest, his back was turning back, and he was, and Rowan would have been close.He could have finished with that and left Wulfen today as well .Losing a hand from Wulfrit, he pressed it against his thigh.Misericorde had shifted higher up in the leg, but even though it only needed to lift his tunic to retrieve it, he clenched it through it.Big blood vessels, Rowan said.

He raised his gaze to the muscular Wulfrit neck above the collar of his coat.Four years he prepared for this, yet he trembled.But he could do it.Just like you could release your arrow on a deer?The horse turned right, causing him to tour the side."Hold me!"yelled Wulfrit .he was looking for his death, wasn't he?It was then that he recalled the misericorde and realized that this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

They themselves were already in the forest, his back was behind him, and Rowan must have finished with it.He could have finished with it and gone from Wulfen today as well.Losing a hand from Wulfrit, he pressed it against his thigh. The misericorde had shifted higher above, but even though it only needed to lift its tunic to retrieve it, he clenched it through it.

Large blood vessels, said Rowan.He raised his gaze to the muscular neck of Wulfrit on the collar of his coat.Four years he prepared for this, he said, yet he trembled.But he could do it.Just like you could release your arrow on a deer?The horse turned right, causing him to tour the side."Hold me!"wulfrit shouted.he was looking for his death, wasn't he?It was then that he recalled the misericorde and realized that this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

They themselves were already in the forest, his back was behind him, and Rowan must have finished with it.He could have finished with it and gone from Wulfen today as well.Losing a hand from Wulfrit, he pressed it against his thigh. The misericorde had shifted higher above, but even though it only needed to lift its tunic to pick it up, he clenched it through it.The large blood vessels, Rowan said.

He raised his gaze to the muscular Wulfrit neck above the collar of his coat.Four years he prepared for this, yet he trembled.But he could do it.Just like you could release your arrow on a deer?The horse turned right, causing him to tour the side."Hold me!"shouted Wulfrit.

Put his arms around him and hold him tight.Tak long, Wulfrit reined."Die!"he threw one foot up and fell to the ground.Although the clouds have not yet let out the bursts they promised—still nothing more than drizzle intermittently—the absence of Wulfrith heat makes him feel uncomfortable.

How much she wished she had thought of wearing a coat like she had done.She appeared by her side."Nock's arrow."Annyn raised the bow above her head and grabbed her arrow tube.Is the deer close?Surely the chase will send him further.He put an arrow to the rope and followed Wulfrith through the forest.He glanced and glanced over his shoulder.“Your prey is near.Pregnant." Friendly he would not fail again, he looked into his bow.

Seeing the arrow rising into the rope, he put it back up.Wulfrit low low, darted forward, and stopped behind the ancient oak tree.Annyn to his side."Go awayl. "She stuck out her chin.Move what Jonas taught, looked around the tree.There, a pond, but where's—?There, but he's got to get closer."Lesson three," hissed Wulfrit.Acting when acting.He stepped forward but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Did he make a mistake again?He looked around, but disapprovingly, there was an urge in having a gray-green Wulfrith.Somely moved, he was throwing his face away."You can do this," he spoke low."I won't let you down, my Lord."pray, don't let him disappoint her.He would rather— What's wrong with him?This she did for herself, not her brother's killer!Which reminded him of the misericorde.Perhaps once he knocked down his quarry...

He flips from Wulfrit and leaks the deer.As long as he stays against his prey, he will not fail.He proceeds from the tree and into the next.Tree by tree he advances, he will not fail, when the deer was within range of the arrow, he raised his bow, pulled the rope to his cheek, and saw his quarry where his head was bent into the pond.

You can do this by being surprised, he realized that this voice did not belong to Jonas.Wulfrit was the one who pushed him because he did not want him to do it.He remained on the deer.The perfect killing.The slightest agony possible.Departed a deep breath of moist air, he drank the taste produced by the rain on the wood.You can do this.

The deer picked up, replaced it.You can!Where's Jonas?It was a boost he hoped you could!The arrow hit the cold wood and found its mark.The animal staggered, tripped, fell to the fallen leg, and staggered to the side."Worth it!"shouted Wulfrit.Is he?

He looked at her about the fallen deer and secretly the curse that regretted it.As they approached it, the sight of blood pooling around it caused the sky to narrow.God has placed animals on earth to feed humans, and the, father Cornelius said.It was to be.only, as he stood on the deer, leaked the arrowhead inserted into it, remained the focus wet.

Before he could reverse, Wulfrith looked up from the places he sifted over his murder."I know," he snapped and flipped, "lesson thirteen: men don't cry."He rose on his back.“But men do cry.Of course, this is best done when no one else is present.”Did he not hear wrong?Is this the guy who often says he's not worthy?

saying it?

He looked over his shoulder but found no evidence of ridicule on his face.His hatred for him floundering, he turned around."You're crying too, my lord?""I'm much older than you, Braose."Not as far as he believed.“I have learned to control my emotions.However, I am without moving on occasion.

Of course, that's when I took refuge in God.”Annyn felt like she was being slapped.She sought refuge in God?The man responsible for his brother's death claims to know God?Yes, he attended mass and was no stranger to Proverbs, but he knew what it was.at least, he thought he did.

His brows furrowed as if he was suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation, Wulfrit swept his hands over the deer.“Look at your gifts and be cheerful.Tonight he will feed a hungry stomach.”He stepped towards the deer."I know you won't let me down."He lifted his eyes."And if I had?""Then I'll have to teach you better."He saw her almost smile again.Where is the beast inside her?The guy who put Jonas on the rope?who is the man who speaks of God so easily and intimately?

Even though he knew he had to leave, he asked, “And if I still let you down, My Lord?Then, how much is it?”Light swept his face, and he once again became the knight coach.“During your stay in Wulfen, you will fail many times.Are you not, what are the benefits of my training?However, for him who is unable to cope with a weak mind and body, the price is very expensive.

He was sent home.”Dead sometimes?That memory fascinated Annyn.Wulfrith swept the mantle from her shoulder and onto hers."Don't worry, young Braose, I don't think you're among those who want to go home disrespectfully."Even though the two weeks were only half finished, had he proven himself?“Really, My Lord?”"We'll see."Stumped by her confidence in herself, the unexpected mistake she finds in taking off her coat, and speaking of God, Annyn fumbles at the collar of clothes that give you your heat."We're gonna put a deer on my horse and get it out of here."Wulfrith took out a shrill whistle that was pensive through the wood and called her mount to him.

deer on horseback, Wulfrit tying him, Wulfrith yang— What is his Christian name?Surely he had, even though he didn't consider it.

She was just a Wulfrit.Only that was all she had heard from her call.As they left the pond, Annyn scolded her thoughts, even though it was only because of Rowan.It was a scene that she caught a glimpse through the veil of rain before she looked behind the tree, but she did not get any more, the question appears at a distance.Wulfrit unsheathed his sword.“Hurry up, Braose.We're not alone." How does he know? Is her heart so sharpened?

As he searches for her, Rowan's question returns to you: Why didn't he kill Wulfrith? There was no chance, he was secretly defending himself. But it was.it was not too late that he could point the arrow.What should Rowan pay attention to?Is he disappointed?Of course he is.Although Wulfrith finally declared herself worthy, she has not yet—.

Although she was rummaging and warning her brother about revenge, she silently swore Jonas would take revenge.I gave my words, Rowan.Some men were installed in front of the elevated suspension bridge, the, their mushy banners showed the colour of the future king of England, and on both sides of them, the Wulfriths.

Afraid of escape, Annyn stops beside Wulfrit at the edge of the forest.Did Henry come for her?“By faith!”Wulfrit growled."Who came to Wulfen, my lord?"he was playing around.It was a long time before he spoke."Henry's men."Not Hendri himself?“Why are they coming?”His shoulders lifted with a deep breath.“To make me an ally.”He's sure of that?

Maybe he was wrong and they came for him.But if not, would Wulfrit turn his back on Stephen?Go to Henry's side?"Will they succeed, my lord?"As if he wasn't talking, he pulled the reins used to lead his horse and stepped forward."Ding!"Anin looked back.There was no Rowan, but he was there.

Attractive to draw attention to the forest, he pulled Wulfrith's coat over his head and chased after her, evidence of Wulfen's reputation as a formidable fortress became clear.Despite most of them standing on the guard wall, they were prepared with weapons to defend their master's castle.Would it?Annyn looked at the scabbard in Wulfrit's belt.He had returned his sword to