Age of Faith

Chapter 24

The commotion in had awakened the people in the hall, most of them rose from their pallets to find out the cause.Unfortunate, it was in Annyn's favor.When the torches were emitting too little light to identify her, the, and the youths are bewildered by an unexpected awakening, he unknowingly among them as Warren and Samuel Squires enter through the curtain.

But he can't stay here when he has to spend the night above."Our master has been set!"Squire Warren yelled."The criminal is among you!"Annyn pushed, praying that the torch would not be lit before she reached the stairs and she could reach the palette before they kept the room above her down to the hall,still not enough light to show anyone's face, but he knew that it was Wulfrit who came out of the sun.

Although he only let himself catch a glimpse before climbing the stairs of two at once, he was startled by his attitude.It had no urgency, as if he was not approaching death, as if he knew his attacker, he was not, as if he knew where to find it more precisely, he.The voices above, followed by a leg stomp, climb the Annyn climb.About to stay in place, the, he turned around and descended the stairs in hopes of seeming to have made it down in front of the others.

Staring across the dark hall, Garr rubbed the marks on his back and, when the torch lit up, his gaze pointed.Gigi.Not a warrior weapon.indeed, those who made knights would first use fists or draw other daggers.Unfortunately, the, scolding himself for that mistake, he narrowed his gaze at the sign.

Teeth were small, flat, on the young courtyard, which did not surprise him, because the figure was not of stature.Amid the hustle and bustle of the hall, he directed and opened his fingers to reveal the dagger that decided to decide his life.

He looked at his gaze to the hilt where a dark red jewel was pinned to form the cross.It was a backward ceremonial given only to those who earned the title of nobility in Wulfen— except those who should not ever given that honor.But he is dead.So who belongs to this misericorde?Of those present, only Garr's brother, the knight of Wulfen, and Lavonne had one.

Although the latter was most likely not responsible for the attack, it was clear he brandished a weapon.Of course, some of the youths here had fathers who were knighted by Garr's father Drogo, grandfather who was given the title of nobility by Garr's grandfather, and furthermore.

it is ironic that he was slashed by Wulfen's dagger!It was not that there was a possibility for it, because he heard his attacker enter.He was a motionless phenomenon, pretending to snore gently to coax the young man closer.It was not because of the ferocious teeth, it was, right now he would have evil at his feet.But there would be no way out for him.Looking across the hall, Garr wondered which one among the youths was pounding.

Whose eyebrows are hands shaking?Who was so strong standing by Henry's side that he would kill the man who would become king?“You okay, Brother?”Abel asked as he and Everard got to Garr's side, both wearing slanted tunics worn in haste.

The one who caught and watched over his gaze was Lavonne where he stood near the stairs, a knight on either side.The baron's clothes were as if he was sleeping in it, his face was red nosed and eyes squinted, his only surprise at awakening this early was that it was not for the reason that— expected to see the death of the person who had trained him to become a knight.

So, which of these young men did he arrange to do the deed?Garr pulled out his robe and stepped to the edge of the pulpit."The silence!"He has each, he has each, many of them had teeth that were so bent that they were easily pulled together with those that were too tall and burly.He stopped at Braose where the young man was standing not far from Lavonne.

As is known as her choice when she sat on her palette, she was fully dressed, she said, unlike other guards and courtyards who hug a blanket about themselves or hastily put on a tunic.Could it be Braose?Garr arrested the young man.

Not only was he small in stature, but he was Henry's side.Also, tonight he was dropping off Lavonne.But behind those illegible eyes, came from him killing?Remembering the deer in the forest, the tears in Braose's eyes when he saw the animal on it, Garr concluded it was impossible.Braose could hardly kill, let alone kill.Garr considered his next bodyguard, but expect young men who are not only tall, but do not have front teeth.However, among many possibilities, and one belongs to the misericorde.

Garr took up arms and stepped forward.“Who is this?”There was interest, but no one claimed it.It was not that Garr expected him to reveal himself.Unfortunately, there was a way he could pull the young man out, as long as he had the honor of him.Garr went down the pulpit and stepped through the gap that opened before him as the young men stepped aside.

lifting the misericorde."You recognize this, Lavonne?"The man's forehead wrinkled.“Why are you asking?”"You know this late?"“Sure have.'Just as you gave me my knight's day, the same is given to all the knights in Wulfen.Garr shows the others."I'll see yours."The baron stuttered."You think I brought it to my guy?""Not anymore, for tonight you give it to someone else to pass me by."While darkening Lavonne's face, the baron knights on both sides laid hands onto their swords.“I won't do it,” Everard spoke in a deep rumbling voice.

He, Abel, and Sir Merrick spectacle behind Lavonne and her men.The unsheathed swords, they stand ready."What'sthis?"Lavonne's demanding."You think I'm so stupid as to try to kill you while I'm trouble under your roof?""I accept."Lavonne glanced left and right.“For my words, tonight I do not seek your death.”Although Garr did not want to see the eyes of the baron, he judged it as he had so many times since Jonas— He did not want to think there.Meet by waiting for Everard, he did not want to think there, he nodded.Everard put the tip of his sword down Lavonne's throat.

The male knight was powerless to help him because Abel and Sir Merrick were too quick to attack them.Fear peeling arrogance, the baron asked, "What are your intentions?"They would soon find out whether the attacker had the honour or not.Garr slipped a misericorde under the belt of his robe, folding his hands in front of his chest, and looking at the man before him long enough to make a burst of sweat form on Lavonne's upper lip."What I'm talking about is returning you to Henry tomorrow, pulled and dismembered."In the back, breaths were drawn sharply above the muttering of the courtyard and the bodyguards.Bras?"You wouldn't dare!"Lavonne roared.Garr attacked to draw honor from fear, but when she did not do so, she nodded."I'm gonna. After we hang you.""Even!" Braose cried in a voice higher than Garr had ever heard. "Not him." Fed up of being so blind, angry that he had to be betrayed because he swore to never again, Garr walked over to the young man who stood with his chin high and hands clenched at his sides."Looks like the baron won't pay himself in paying for treason."

Spit drops, and when he speaks, his voice hardly sounds foreign, but lacking in.“He did nothing to guarantee your revenge.'It was me and nothing else.“Look now!”Lavonne yelled."I demand vengeance for the injustice I committed!"Garr could hardly be trusted Braose individually in this regard.Disregarding the baron, he pulled the misericorde from his belt and thrust it in front of the young man's face."Doesn't this belong to Lavonne?""No, it belongs to my brother."His brother... Something about the young man's voice and the accusations in his eyes drove Garr away from Wulfen.

He again went to the misericorde, twisted it, and found an initial that, having just been given the title of nobility, had he scratched at the sight of the blade under its hilt: The dirty wand that hated her so much with her eyes, which had become hers with her nails, and now her teeth, had become a woman, once again testing the first lesson taught to him by someone else.

Before he could contain his emotions, those emotions flooded him and he caught the front of his assailant's tunic.Seeing his shocked blue eyes, he slashed his dagger down through the material.Cries praised his bent lips and straight, flat teeth.Garr revealed the one seen between the edges of the rented tunic.And he was not the only one who saw the truth of Jame Braose.

Amidst the shock that opened his mouth and made his tongue sound, Garr returned to a face he had never really seen.A beautiful face.The face of a woman, and whose chin had not fallen off, was,he approached.Not reaching the face just a few inches from his face, and not challenging it, the full impact of his experience hit him.

A woman on the wall of Wulfen who has never existed.A woman!And the one he doesn't know.If I'm a man, I'll kill you... Garr brought his face closer and challenged him to hold it.Despite something flashing in his eyes—fear, he thought, though with women can't be sure—dia doesn't know face.“A woman in Wulfen!”Lavonne scoffs."Tell me, Lord Wulfrith, who is this evil creature that fooled you?"Still Garr was waiting for him to turn away."The woman's name is Annyn Bretanne."Despite the opening, she did not even blink.Lavonne choked, stuttered, and demanded, "What are you saying?""This is Lady Annyn Bretanne from Aillil," Garr repeated, hand that—

The horror in Lavonne's eyes turned into an experience.

"Release termagant!"From the color that appeared on her face and the spasms of her right eye, she did not demand the Bretanne woman's demands so that she could offer her protection."Let him go, I said!"Garr twisted his tunic in his fist, bringing it so close that he could feel his breath in his jaw."He's my prisoner.""No, he is..." Lavonne breathes heavily."..engaged."The vengeful statement surprised Garr, as it also shocked the panting, breathing woman, "No.""This termagan," Garr bit, "the same man who tried to kill me, will be your wife?"Lavonne raised her boiling.“By order of Duke Henry, but do not suppose I know what he means, because until now he is not I know.

Nine days ago she and her husband, Rowan, escaped from Lillia Castle.no one knew she knew for Wulfen, no one knew, and of course no one knew he was wearing men's clothes to be a man.”Although Garr was not convinced, Lavonne was innocent, for the time being she was done with him.She looked to Everard, Abel, and Sir Merrick, and wondered at the anxiety of facing the latter.

Is his breathing bothering him again?"Clean hall!"shouted Gar.He will not listen to his relationship with the Bretanne woman.he went to the pulpit."Lord Wulfrit," call Lavonne, "I demand—" "Take off the baron!"Despite Lavonne's protest, Garr's voice quickly disappeared from the hall.Garr pulled the woman around the high table, pushing the curtain aside, and the sound quickly disappeared from the hall.Garr pulled the woman to the perimeter of the high table, and pushing him forward into the sun, not because of the table he was holding, he might lose his footing.

The anger he felt to once again know the betrayal at the hands of a Bretanne!Annyn reminisces about the man whose death she denies.Now it is certain that she will die, despite that Henry has promised her to the rising Lavonne, Wulfrit will not deny himself.Although fear makes long to grip his tunic, he finds strength in knowing his destiny.Putting his hand on the table behind, he raises his chin.