Age of Faith

Chapter 23

"Goup!"Shining as if he was a child who refused sweets, he looked perfect and fit, "I was never worthy.""My lord?""Leave me!"Annyn searched the door so that she would not call him back.There, she glanced back.Lavonne's head hung outside, but not in the space.She was already unconscious.

In the corridor, he spread out his palette and, as he did every night, simply took off his boots.However, not long after he placed his shoulders on his palette, the light at the end of the corridor teased him.

The flickering light of the candle shines not only from under the door of the chapel, but, but the layer where the two doors were not very met.Someone had entered.She threw a blanket to the side and walked to the chapel to peek through the narrow gap between the doors.It was Wulfrit.

Silver head bowed, he sifted in front of the altar.Seeing the arrogant warrior was humbled made new doubts appear in him and caused the vow he made to Rowan to waver.He should not be here.Sense presence on his back, and, Garr opened his eyes.Bras?Although quite certain it was the young man he had seen beside Lavonne's room a few minutes earlier, he flexed his praying fingers in anticipation of bringing the dagger into hand.

Tonight, the people who would be his enemies if he did not join them were inside and outside his walls.A moment later, he caught the sound of retreating and raised his head."Why did you come to my back?" He set his gaze on the relic above the altar. The door whispered wider and the young man replied, "Here I am, my lord, Jame Braose." Garr decides his mind from the dagger. "Insured." "It's late. I—” “Lesson three!”"Act when you act," he regretted. A moment later, he stood beside Garr. "I have another lesson for you, Braose." "My lord?" "Thirteen: quickly show respect in the house of the Lord." Although Braose must have groaned inside, she sifted.

Garr closed his eyes and prayed again. "My lord?" Gripping his patience, Garr leaked the young man. "Why do you pray?"The door was wider and the young man replied, "Here I am, my lord, Jame Braose."Garr recalled his thoughts from being late."Covered."“It's late.I—” “Lesson three!”"Act when you act," he regretted, a few moments later, he stood next to Garr."I have another lesson for you, Braose.""My lord?""Thirteen: quickly show respect in the house of the Lord."Although Braose must have groaned inside, she sighed.Garr closed his eyes and prayed back."My lord?"Garr gripped the patience Garr leaked the young man.“What are you praying for?”The door was wider and the young man replied, "Here I am, my lord, Jame Braose."Garr recalled his thoughts from being late."Covered."“It's late.I—” “Lesson three!”"Act when you act," he regretted, a few moments later, he stood next to Garr."I have another lesson for you, Braose.""My lord?""Thirteen: quickly show respect in the house of the Lord."Although Braose must have groaned inside, she sifted.

Garr closed his eyes and prayed again."My lord?"Garr gripped the patience Garr leaked the young man.“What are you praying for?” More than he can say.

Three hours he spent with Lavonne as the man raved about the English heir and what would be a lesson from the Wulfrit family in Henry's England, what could make Garr is that the kindness Henry received was no better to choose a man to speak for him.But why is Braose so advanced?“Why are you asking?”The young man cheated clenched hands.“I was never sure what I should do, especially since everything I asked was rejected.”"Didn't you ask Henry to be king?"The young man's head jolted, and there was no mistaking the fear in his pale blue eyes, even though a glance was indeed so."You don't know that's what I love.""But I do."Garr smiled."By sending you to me, let me and the father be happy or very unhappy.

internet, he has a decent son to manage and defend his land.”"You said you weren't trying to change it?""What's lesson ten, Braose?""Don't let anyone make a way for you.""Ja. They left Wulfen unfit to be knights if they let others choose their allegiance."After a while, Braose said, "You haven't told me what you're doing, My Lord." Garr returned his attention to the altar where he had come while having trouble.

Here he found an answer like it was first taught to him. , young James.I pray for all the best for our land.I pray once again successfully and war is buried with the dead.” "And you think Stephen and Eustace are the best for England?"how brave he is!But instead of reprimanding him, Garr said, "Despite tying me to Stephen, nothing can hold me back for you."Surprise appeared in Braose's eyes."Why are you loyal, my lord?"

Yeah, for what, especially now that there's Eustace?It's the same thing that Garr loves to himself from time to time, and always the answer is, “Stephen saved dad's life when they were young.My dad vowed to be husband.”"Then for her, ghost, you'll stay true to Stephen."Her braos is.“How about lesson ten: don't let anyone hold your way?”Anger Garr piercing.“Not just loyalty that ties me to Stephen.He's a good guy—sometimes weak, but good.”“Not good enough for England.”His anger soars.“When he took the crown, there was nothing better, only Maude who bluffed it.In the hand, England's current plight will be tenfold.”“Even so, there is now someone better, the rightful heir of England.But still you will let others make your choice.Garr's anger exploded, breaking the first lesson taught to him."Cups!"He stood up."I won't let a calf talk politics to me!"Rise up.Despite being unsure about what happened and causing him to clasp a hand in the world, he remains brave.“You are right, My Lord.Much better to listen than the ghost of a lowly guard.”Garr clenched his hands as he experimented with emotions that a man should not allow to eat.

But there was so much fuel for them: the encounter with Lavonne, the knowledge that what the arrogant man said was true, the realization that loyalty had no place in determining the future of England, the, that this land will soon boast of another king.Garr flips."I don't know what makes me allow you what I don't allow others."“Maybe because I speak the truth, my lord.

He was injured due to the Wulfrit struggle.He was responsible for Jonas' death!He's the head."I was close to him to see clearly" he whispered, and suddenly he knew it had to be done tonight or it wouldn't be done at all.

Squire Samuel slept.Has he also been ordered to sleep well?Sensing the weight of the blood flowing through her, Annyn felt behind the curtain and was almost pitch-black.As expected, two hours since midnight had passed the torch inside, the narrow slits on either side of Wulfrith's bed allowed the moon's overcast light to penetrate the oil cloth, but were just enough to distinguish between the shades of black.

Annyn gripped the misericorde more tightly and told herself that she could do what needed to be done.Stay on the left to avoid Squire Warren who slept on the right, reading, a dozen steps to the bed, staying up, four more to the head, one sweep of the sword.Standing right in the sun, he tried hard to hear the sound of sleep from Wulfrit and his guards.There was one breath, deep and soft snoring, but the other was not heard, the first one was too loud.It had to be it.

He looked through the shadows and chose the figure of Wulfrit in the middle of the bed.Finish it!For Jonas, for Rowan, for you!As he stepped forward, a cold bulge ran down his arms and legs.It was no different than stalking a deer.But there was nowhere to appear, there was no oak to peek at from behind, and if he was seen, it was a, Wulfrith would not rely on trees alone.Indeed, perhaps his blood was suffocating the mattress.

And does he really know very well if he dies at hand?Although at the time he knew he wouldn't do it, it had to be done.And if it wasn't him who ensnared Jonas?his conscience protested.Although so, he was responsible!Why else would he lie about Jonas' death?As her inner voice, Annyn measured the step of stepping across the sun,

be thankful that the bushes are so fresh that they do not break and rustle.

It also helps that he leaves his boots on the stairs, his hoses work better to be looked at from his movements, he stopped by the bedside and saw the dark figure of Wulfrith.His silver hairpale showed where he was lying.And drew a clear path to his neck.He just had to lean forward, sweep him, and go.

Away from here.Away from Lili.Far from Henry's plan to make his belongings.Although he desperately wants to swallow, Annyn denies whatever is in his throat so as not to wake Wulfrit.Hand trembles, his body, he began to lift the misericorde above the man who did not match up with an assassin ..who had given the ointment to attack .. who did not hit and humiliate him when he spilled the wine ... who had not scolded him because of the tears shed on the fallen deer .

God even when no one sees .. who prays for what is best for England ... He killed your brother!Jonah... Revenge is not yours, Annyn.Vengeance is God's.You must submit to Him.He thrashed longer, then held a whimper.He could not take the life of others.Surprisingly, it feels like there is a burden lifted from him, he secretly begged, Lord, forgive me.Pray me, forgive me.Knowing he must leave Wulfen Castle tonight, he lowered the control that holds the misericorde.

In the next instant, the steel welcomed the visit.Taking clenching her teeth so as not to cry, she retreated.Wulfrith snared her, causing her fingers to spasm and release the misericorde.Then she looked forward.At the back, Annyn heard the surprised voice of Squire Warren, who was unable to stop the, despite what he said when he found out from the floor and what Wulfrit answered, he could not say it.Depressed, he bowed and bit the hand that held him."Master!"Wulfrit shouted.It was just a little slack, but enough to let go of his little hand.

Annyn was behind and felt a sweep of Wulfrit's fingers on her arm as she climbed up from the mattress.She spun and managed to cross the sun only to meet with Squire Samuel's entrance.God must have forgiven her for what she had done he did not, for He gave his wings.