Age of Faith

Chapter 31

“Not do it?” he yelled. "Just like he didn't bruise it on your face?" Annyn saw that. “Same as he didn't do it. 'Look Baron Lavonne hit me, the man that Henry would see me married. Rowan was silent for quite a while, then demanded, “If it wasn't Wulfrit who hung Jonas, who did it?” "I don't know, but I said it wasn't him."

“Mau bodo! Your brother lay dead and let Wulfrith lay the same hand that killed Jonas.” “Ne, I was wrong. We're mistaken. That's someone else. It has to." "It must be because you want it!" He brought his face closer to his face. "When you let him touch you, did you think to ask about the burning rope around Jonas' neck that he hid from us?”

"He believes Jonas hanged himself, but I—" Rowan's hand went down to his bruised arm. “He will never kill himself. You know that, Annin!” He pushed her back against the wall crying. "However you don't believe in Wulfrit for wanting to give yourself to him." He was sick to death from abuse. "Trust me what you want," she growled, her tone so jagged that it even sliced through. “I don't care anymore.” With a breath, Rowan let go and flipped around. "I don't understand how you can easily forget Jonas and the crimes you committed." He pushed off the wall. “I didn't forget him. He is my brother!” Rowan.

"Because she—" Silently ended the rest of her words, her pain exceeded Annyn's and met her who had yet to find hers. Wanting to cry, he dropped his chin back. Of course Rowan fought over Wulfrith, just as he hated Uncle Artur to believe Wulfrith was guilty of wrongdoing.

He raised his head. "I know Jonas as a son to you, and you as a father to him, but so much has changed, so much that I don't understand." He put a hand to his shoulder, and he stiffened under it. "I don't know what our fate will be, but while we wait, let's make peace with each other." Will he allow it? Or will he really leave her alone? After a few minutes, Rowan sighed.“Let's be at peace.Come, it's very cold.”He directed her to the corner of the cell from which she got up.

Adjoining them curled up, close enough to draw heat from each other, though not enough for them to air after they might find rest for hours in the saddle, it's getting closer than ever before,

Still, it was hours before she went to sleep, but not a single minute she wasted as she surrendered herself to pray as she

not done for years. Seeking refuge in the Lord as Wulfrith had told him, praying for forgiveness for what he had done, praying that Rowan would see past revenge as he had done, pray for the people in Wulfen who failed by his failure, but most often pray for the man who lay bleeding somewhere behind this wall. "I'll see those responsible for my son's injury." The accented voice kept Annyn awake. He lifted his head from Rowan's shoulder and realized he was stiff where he was holding him by his side. "But Madam," a husky voice protested, "Sir Abel ordered that no one enter without his permission." " ah? A mother should ask permission from the child she contains?” Annyn was shocked when she realized who had come to them. "I say it now and not again, open the cell!" Wulfrith's mother was Scottish, Annyn realized, although the mendayu accent had clearly become soft after many years among the English. “Ya, Mistress.” The torch light penetrated the dimly lit cell.

Rowan pulled her arm from around Annyn and stood up. Although every muscle in him protested, he also got up. The guards peered through the bars towards them and, satisfied, put the key into the lock. The door swung inward to imagine the wide figure of their warden and the torch carrying light from outside coming in. Annyn raised her hand to protect her eyes from glare. “Lady Isobel from Stern is here to see you. Don't give him trouble and I won't give you anything.” The warden stepped aside and placed on the hilt of his sword.

Lady Isobel appeared. Wearing black clothes, from veils to sandals, he stepped into the dirt. Her face was beautiful despite her age and engraved there, she looked from Rowan to Annyn before continuing forward. "You shouldn't have gone so close, ma'am," the warden. He continued forward until he was one step away from them. He measured it, even though Annyn didn't know.

All she knew was that she never felt far from a woman than when she stood in front of someone who would not look like a man even if she were measuring, wearing a man's outfit, she said, and dress like Annyn did. "You are Miss Annyn?" the woman finally spoke, her eyes leaking out Annyn's bruised cheeks. Annyn directs from her eyes. “Lady Annyn Bretanne from Castle Lillia on top of baron Aillil.” He nodded at Rowan.

"Sir Rowan, the captain of Lillia's castle guard." Lady Isobel refused her confession. “My son, Abel, has told me what happened at Wulfen Castle and during the trip to Stern.” His gaze went down to Annyn and up again. “It looks amazing, I saw it right.” His lips were pressed into a thin line. “Sorry, Miss Isobel. What happened should not have happened.” Alongside Annyn, Rowan is increasingly tense, still steadfast in his belief that Wulfrith has killed Jonas. “It shouldn't happen?” The woman tilted her head. "Isn't my son's death what you're looking for, Miss Annyn?" "Indeed, but—" "Then you should be satisfied, hmm?" Annyn felt like she was being spiked. Is Wulfrit dead? "Is your son alive, Miss Isobel?" Although the woman's eyes became wet, the accusations there did not soften. "Yes, Wulfrit is alive." A feeling of relief struck Annyn, followed by confusion. Even Wulfrit's mother called him by that name. Maybe he has nothing else.

"But if an infection occurs..." The woman took a breath and flipped back and forth. “I definitely need prayer.” As Wulfrith did on the night Lavonne came to Wulfen. Did he learn it from his mother? Lady Isobel passed the warden. "See they are given pallets and blankets and are better than bread and air." "But, Madam—" He stopped at the doorway. "When my sons left Stern, to whom did you answer?" The man's jaw was jolted.

"I'll obey your orders, Miss." Then he's the one guarding Stern Castle? The strangest—dan enviable. In the corridor, Wulfrit's mother looks back and leaks Annyn. " "But you already know, Miss Annyn." Then he left. Their warden followed with a huff, creaking the door, and clicking the key. Once again in the shadows, Annyn looked towards Rowan who was spinning and returned to the corner.

He went down beside her, but she did not offer him any more warmth. Then day—or night—terus continues. Eventually, a hefty palette, quilts, and groceries were brought to them, but no more words were spoken by Rowan. "But you already know, Miss Annyn." Then he left. Their warden followed with a huff, creaking the door, and clicking the key. Once again in the shadows, Annyn looked towards Rowan who was spinning and returned to the corner.

He went down beside her, but she did not offer him any more warmth. Then day—or night—terus continues. Eventually, a hefty palette, quilts, and groceries were brought to them, but no more words were spoken by Rowan. Four days are gone from him, four days barely knowing the dream from reality, four days of pain and a thundering heat. Garr reveals the ceiling of the sun that is sometimes shared with his mother and the scent of mint that is strewn as his mind is fixed on the woman who is besieging his dreams?

Outside tower? That's what Abel said. “Gar?” He followed the voice to the chair beside the bed. His mother's smile, never seen by his eyes, greeted him. Inhaling the scent of roses, he stood up and palms on his forehead. “His fever has passed,” as he experienced less than a quarter of an hour ago when he first woke up — spoke once again as if to declare himself that the danger was over.

He bit his lower lip. " I'm scared." "You're afraid of being wrong, Mother." He will not die, and certainly not because of the arrow to the shoulder, no matter how much blood and infection he expels. He saw his bandaged wound. It's clean and dry. His mother stepped back .“You're right, of course. God won't allow it.” He who had given the entire first year of his life to use a godly man, was lowered to the edge of the chair.

Garr introduced his gaze to the ceiling patterned fleur de lis, closed his eyes, and sent a thank you to heaven. Then there's Annyn coming in and out of them... "Abel told me Lady Annyn," said her mother, "It was foreseen, and most likely Abel left nothing unsaid. Determine

he wouldn't be interested in the conversation about the woman, Garr flexed it

shoulders. Although it was painful for him, it was no longer painful.

He will be

swinging the sword in two weeks, will get back what lost—he prayed.

"For what?" sue Garr.

"To talk to him, of course." He frowned. "The woman was not as expected."

Garr felt his anger swell. "What did he say?"

"little. Though, honestly, I didn't give him much time to do it.” isobel drowned

deeper into the chair. “What he said was that he wouldn't happen

for you what is done. Curious, right?”

Garr. Although the physician had warned him not to move from

back, he pushed to sit down and took a deep breath against the pain.

"You don't have to." Isobel protested. “Doctor—”

“I know what he said, Mom, and I tell you: Annyn Bretanne is a hoax.

You won't talk to him anymore. ”

He narrowed his gaze, a sign of things to come like when Drogo was alive.

Although deeply religious, she often quarreled with her husband

unwanted and who had made seven children to her, five of whom survived

to adulthood. To all the Drogo warriors, and though he never put

his Scottish bride first, he often almost turns her off

purpose. And all the quarrels had begun with her unceasing black clothes—witnessed the darkness that befell her by forced marriage when it was given to others. Even though Drogo is dead, he continues to wear that color.

However, over the years bearing witness to his father's bitterness, as— no one can blame Drogo, Garr feels for Isobel Wulfrith.

He has become good

the mother several years before her husband, in turn, took each of their sons to Wulfen, the love he refused Drogo gave to his children. Nevertheless, in Garr's deepest depths where the boy had been banished, dwells hatred, and, and not only against him.Although it has become a habit for a boy to start his yard training at the age of seven, Drogo retaliated against Isobel by taking their sons from him after they reached four years and having them train alongside others who were much older.

And there's no quarter that he gives.“She had to be moved from the tower,” Garr's mother returned her to the present.She put a hand on her bandaged shoulder and put pressure on her pulsation."Nor will I ask you to talk about the Bretanne woman."Isobel holds a hand on her lap.“I have been praying about this.Although by this woman was beset