Age of Faith

Chapter 28

Garr glanced at Annyn who was riding beside him.She was silent, as she had experienced all the way, as she had been two hours sitting on a chair in the sun revealing into the dimly lit.

Despite intending to sleep so that he could rest for the long journey to Stern, he noticed it from the shadows being drawn around his bed, his only move was as he tested the rope that tied him to the chair.

Although his judgment of him may be lost, he knows how to tie the knot.He looks to the sun which is now sitting past noon.The horses cannot go any further without being watered and rested, which means leaving the countryside open towards the forest.

He dislikes it, because there is a possibility they are not alone.Of course, given Lavonne's injury, he and his men have most likely moved from the land of Wulfrit.And the female Bretanne man, Rowan?He was only number one.There was nothing he could do against the dozen men who were killed.Stay, Garr was stupid if not careful.He caught Abel and nodded towards the forest.

They veered to the left, and Annyn Bretanne of course heeded the change as if she were the one making her own decisions.When they tried to enter the forest, they were mowing down their swords.The vigilance of each person felt real, they drive their horses down the river.Garr down."Sir William, Sir Merrick, Squire Samuel," he called, "just in case."As they turn around to look for a station that will provide the best advantage, Squire Warren appears on Garr's side.

The young man did not open his face, but Garr knew he was ashamed—like Squire Samuel—not only because Annyn Bretanne broke the sun, but she had reported herself.

The shame is gained

even though Garr knew it was more of his fault than theirs. He didn't prepare them better, it will be fixed. He hands the reins to Squire Warren and runs around his destrier, only to find the Bretanne woman already down. As if he was a barrier instead of in front, he pulled the reins over the head of his mount and passed Garr to lead the horse into the river. Wondering what thoughts overcame him, Garr stared. Did she expect Rowan would give birth to her? “He troubles you, Jonas Bretanne's sister,” Abel said as he came aside. Garr scowling. "She's a troublesome woman." "That's everything?" No, that's why he's so troublesome. "That's all." Garr returned his attention to where he was standing in front of the river caused by yesterday's rain that flooded the banks of the river. "You told him the truth about Jonas' death?" Garr pressed the palm into the hilt of his sword and squeezed it.

That day in Lincolnshire, Abel and Everard were there, and both made Jonas' death seem helpful. "He knows everything he needs to know." "Are you sure that's enough?" Not for Annyn Bretanne, but it's for the best. "Yes." Yeah." "She's not like any woman I've ever met" Abel murmured, then grumbled, "She's been a big help to my wallet." He talked about the options chosen before they left this morning. Despite the fact that Braose was declared Annyn Bretanne, Everard would not let her collect her stakes. "I've you not to bet with him," Garr said. “She rarely loses.” "And then just for you." “That's the reason he no longer meets her. You have to learn from that, Abel. ” Day . “Then what will be given to me?” Garr knew what he meant - a long journey without a woman who did not fit Abel's body, nor Everard, the courtesy of the hall, the discipline.

But they are Wulfrit, and this is their destiny. After marriage, the land administration given to them would regularly adjust from Wulfen, but would still return to train the boys to be men. “What pleasure?” Garr's. “Please be the ruler of your coin. He's past. "I thank you for that," called Abel, then by adding, "and your consideration of Lady Annyn who gave me two hours of sleep that I thought I would turn down.”Bel likes to think he understands people better than they understand themselves.

But if that was the case, she would not bet on Everard.Hearing Wulfrith's voice approaching, Annyn hugged her coat closer and leaked louder through the trees.

He stopped on his back, causing him to become stiff even though he tried to appear motionless.“You need something, Wulfrit?”Just as he no longer influenced the deeper tone, he also did not give the title that he hated so much."I'm amazed what you want, Annyn Bretanne."Although he knew the use of his full name—which was used to prove his title—was a small thing, it reminded him when too much in his audience with Henry playing him as a wooden warrior, it reminded him when too much in his audience, the resentment on his bruised face, he said, "I think I want you to stop calling me that."He looked at her through narrowed eyelids."Surely you didn't ask me to call you Jame Braose?"He glares.“I'm asking you not to call me by my full name.I don't like." "You want me to call you Lady Annyn?" It does sound strange to see, especially considering the past sennights, that she continues to wear men's clothing, and that she rejects her own title, but that's how she's always been called. "I have no doubt that this is as unpleasant for you as Annyn Bretanne's humming is for me, but that's what I love." "Very good.Now tell me, Miss Annyn, what do you see?”About the tree where Jonas was hanged, about the relationship Lavonne said she could not leave before leaving Wulfen, about what Wulfrith would say if she confronted him with the tree.

He will only call Jonas' death "not good" as he did the night before.I was on a crime which I would choose if given the chance—the bad ending you had planned for me or the wedding with Lavonne.”His eyebrows are uplifted."And?""Despite his assertion that hitting a man is something a man should never do, he doesn't understand why he should care that the baron has hit him., attempting to kill Wulfrith made him more of an enemy than Lavonne.

Despite his assertion that hitting a man is something a man should never do, he doesn't understand why he should care that the baron has hit him., attempting to kill Wulfrith made him more of an enemy than Lavonne.

"Ding's." He flips.

Alarm through him. Now he's gonna give you a punishment? "Where?" He looked over his shoulder. “You've been straddling for hours, Lady Annyn. 'It will be the night before our journey ends. His relief of punishment was not in hand, grateful he was no more outspoken about the need to urinate, he tilted his head. "Of course, but I can meet my own needs." "You can't." He thinks he's gonna run.

And he's right. Somewhere Rowan issues waiting, despite how he took advantage of it with Wulfrit on his shoulder, he doesn't know. As she follows him away from the others, she meets the sharp Squire Charles. He humiliated his master. So, he had fooled his bodyguard. And he hates it. If he can apologize, he will.

Wulfrith's hand fell onto the hilt of his sword as they left behind another object to go deeper into the forest. "There." He nodded to the bush. Despite offering adequate privacy, Annyn is warmed by embarrassment.His face, she stares back at the blanket.

When he showed up, he was in wood. Does he feel Rowan? If he was close, a better chance of helping his escape would not have arisen. But consciousness is fear. Although Rowan is an expert in weapons, he is a Wulfrit warrior. A contest between two men will likely see Rowan die.

Annyn sped up her steps to the side of Wulfrit. "Even though you haven't said what will be my punishment," he tried to attract her attention. "I haven't." “I asked again, is it the same as mine?” He gave her the appreciation she was looking for, although she would rather avoid his anger. "I didn't hang it, Annyn Bretanne." He knows the title. “Then who did it?” He didn't answer. “This morning you said his death was not good. I would know not dare to raise it, and dare not tell me that he hanged himself!” His gray-green eyes narrowed. "I'm brave, Annyn Bretanne." she lied. Four years, hatred, and helplessness overwhelm him, he struggles to keep her by his side, one helping hand loose.

He pulled it back and landed a tamper on his cheek. Color faced face, she looked at him with eyes so cold that she was afraid he would attack her like Lavonne had done. With a sharp breath, he turned to, but he grabbed his shoulder and ran his back around.

“I've suffered your claws, Annyn Bretanne, your teeth, and now your hands.

I've borne Your transgressions, Your lies, Your efforts in my life, and Your falsehoods

incrimination. But not anymore."

With his large hands pinning his body onto his body, never had he looked so big, nor was he an animal. Fear threatens to overwhelm him, he calls for insubordination,

but it doesn't answer. A vibe betrayed him, then another.

His nostrils expanded with deep breaths. “Although I want to save you and uncle the truth of your brother's death, and for that I lied, I will tell you all that

we may not talk about it anymore.”

He's not going to attack her? Of course not.

"Although I know you don't want to believe it, your brother did hang himself." “He does not want!” He jerked his shoulder. “In Lincolnshire, I received a letter from Stephen drawing up plans for an attack on Henry.”

Just like Lavonne said.

“Founded missing. All those known to sympathize with Henry are searched, though not Jonas until he is the only one left.

As my First Guards, I trusted him and was confident he would not betray even us

stand on different sides. I'm mistaken. The letter was found in his backpack.”

Something inside Annyn staggered. Although he did not want to believe it, an inner voice said it was possible. But even if Jonas has betrayed, it is not

maybe he hanged himself.

“He admitted to receiving the letter,” continued Wulfrith, “but said that

after that he realized that he could not betray me.

Sounds like Jonas—sembrono, yet sincere. Is that Jonas?

“Although more severe punishment is justified, I determine the shame of

returned to your uncle is enough.” The rest of Wulfrith's anger seems to be

to empty as something else rushes to fill it. “And again I misjudged. I believe he is stronger and never considered he will take his life.”

Although Annyn was eager to deny that Jonas had died with his own hands, she knew—

Wulfrith hasn't finished telling me. And he'll hear everything.

“For that you may blame me for his death, but don't call it murder. I will

not make it die.”

"Jonas didn't hang himself."

"You weren't there. You don't know the shame.”

He raised his chin higher. “I know my brother and will risk my breath

he won't end his own life.”