Age of Faith

Chapter 32

Revenge.”Abel told me everything."Cup!"“The outer tower is not the place for him.Cold, humid, and full of diseases.”"I say again, don't talk anymore about—or to—dia."Isobel's lips opened, but she quickly pressed him into.“We agree, Ma?”He's his eyelids, lifting them up."As far as my son can reach."Garr gritted his teeth."Don't test me."“I wouldn't think.”Yeah, he's gonna do it.

He stood up and piled on his back."If you ask the doctor for attention, you should at least be comfortable."He flips.“I'll send your sister.They're very eager to see how fare you.”"First, I want you to send for Abel."Gaenor and Beatrix, whom she barely knew, could wait.Her mother did not look around until she reached the door.“I've done it.

He will be coming soon.”As he opened the door, confusion appeared on his face."Several times during your fever, you mentioned his name."Why did his mother survive?"For the curse, I'm sure."“That doesn't sound like a curse to me.But as you wish.”He stepped into the corridor and closed the door.

Garr clenched his jaw and leaned against the pillow, but as he closed his eyes, he muttered a voice from the corridor.Which replied his mother belonged to Squire Warren.The young man entered a moment later."Is there something you ordered, My Lord?""That I was left alone!"The guard's eyes widened."Yes, my lord."Garr raised his aching arm and opened and closed his fingers.Although he knew the biggest mistake of the injury lay in him for letting Annyn Bretanne his attention,

Sir Merrick had to answer a lot.Despite whether it was the loss of breath that made his bodyguard vulnerable to Rowan's presence, or because of his negligence, the man could not become a senior knight.But then, what was left for Merrick?He could not take his land, because after grabbing the knight title he had handed it over to his younger brother.

A knight-wrong, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, damp... full of illness.Although he knows the biggest mistake of the injury lies in him for letting Annyn Bretanne his attention, Sir Merrick had to answer a lot.Despite whether it was the loss of breath that made his bodyguard vulnerable to Rowan's presence, or because of his negligence, the man could not become a senior knight.But then, what was left for Merrick?He could not take his land, because after grabbing the knight title he had handed it over to his younger brother.

A knight-wrong, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, damp... full of illness.Although he knows the biggest mistake of the injury lies in him for letting Annyn Bretanne his attention, Sir Merrick had to answer a lot.Despite whether it was the loss of breath that made his bodyguard vulnerable to Rowan's presence, or because of his negligence, the man could not become a senior knight.

But then, what's left for Merrick?He could not take his land, because after attaining the title of knight he had handed it to his younger brother.A knight-wrong, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, cold, moist...riddled with illness.Despite whether it was the loss of breath that made his guard vulnerable to Rowan's presence, or because of his negligence, the man could not become a senior knight.

But then, what's left for Merrick?He could not take his land, because after attaining the title of knight he had handed it to his younger brother.A knight-wrong, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, cold, moist...riddled with illness.Despite whether it was the loss of breath that made his guard vulnerable to Rowan's presence, or because of his negligence, the man could not become a senior knight.

But then, what's left for Merrick?He could not take his land, because after attaining the title of knight he had handed it to his younger brother.A knight-wrong, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, cold, moist... filled with disease.because after attaining the title of knight he has handed it to his younger brother.A mistaken knight, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, cold, damply...

full of disease.because after attaining the title of knight he has handed it to his younger brother.A mistaken knight, then.There are worse things.The tower outside the place for him, the voice sounded again, cold, moist... full of disease.

Garr raises his hand in front of his face—open, close, open, close.His arm but needs healing and practice.She is still a woman ...

given a good reason for revenge.As he has concluded, it was before he took the arrow for him— when he changed it but from the goal.The door opens.“Lo!”Abel exclaimed, a wide smile on the face that he was sticking around the door."You're returned to us."He stepped in and closed the door."And from what Mother said"—ia leaned her into a curtain at the foot of bed—"like a hungry bear that had been awake for too long."Abel had dropped a virgin on the stables, evidenced by the smell of straw and fibers that had been neglected in his clothes.

Keep flexing his hand, Garr put it down."I told you too much, so did you."“Ah, Annyn Bretanne.”Abel's smile turned disappointed.“I told him.If he lost a son, it looks like he should know.” "Then you don't expect me to live."“Of course I can, just as I expected to win my bet with Everard.”Abel chuckles.“Maybe my fate changed huh?”"Inside that. However, if I were you, I would keep my coins. Now tell me, is there any news of Lavonne or Duke Henry?"“All silent.”Still, one or both will come, not only for Annyn Bretanne, but the alliance the future king of England wants with the Wulfrit family.

And for that, Garr needs to recover quickly. "Sir Merrick's looking for an audience."As Garr knows, he will."Later.""I told him that."Abel slaps his thighs with his hands."Now you want to talk about Annyn Bretanne."Did she?Although upset that her brother knew her well, Garr said, "Mother told me that she and her husband, Rowan, remained in the outer tower."“They did, and were most comfortable with the pallets and blankets she ordered sent there.

And her groceries.”Even the best curtained bed and venison will not make the place comfortable.Stern's outer tower that becomes a reinforcement for exemplary fortress guards is a warning to anyone thinking of fighting back Despite this, most nobles kept their captives better, some even in luxury, Stern was known throughout England as a place not to be taken prisoner.

So, her enemies were satisfied with the hatred from afar—except Annyn Bretanne and her husband.

"Four days," said Garr.“How are their rates?”“The warden said they were silent.Really, they didn't even talk to each other.”Garr's first thought was that they were planning, but paying attention to his consciousness."They share cells?"“You surprised me, Brother.If I remember correctly, and I remember, you said she was just a troublesome woman.

After all, what cares does Annyn sleep alone or sleep with Rowan?It was his sword arm that he had to have.He met by waiting for his brother."Our conversation's over."Abel who pushed pole.“I strongly agree.”dia lied.Still there again, and after reaching the door she said, “I'll take her to donjon.”Reluctantly, Garr tilted his head."The boy, Rowan, stays.""Of course."Then Abel left, his grin hanging in the air.

Garr scolded himself for whatever made his youngest sister know him.It was a mistake to let go of Annyn, but it was a mistake he would make regardless of whether Abel had taken action on himself to do it or not.

But neither did Donjon.Sleep pressed him, he closed his eyes.But then Gaenor and Beatrix entered.Fifteen and thirteen respectively, respectively, they chirped their way to the sun and floated on both sides of the bed until he opened his eyes.He sighed.Although he was almost a stranger to them and certainly did not invite their attention, he did not, which they like.

He pulls up to the front of goal.“Gaenor,” he admits the older one who has grown taller since his last visit and looks more awkward than ever.For this, did his fiancee's family break the engagement six months ago?Or was it the work of Isobel?He disliked the young man Drogo had chosen for their eldest daughter.

Gaenor dimpled on both sides.“Greetings, Brother.”He leaned his head and looked at his very refined little sister in comparison.“Beatrix.”She grabbed her skirt and onto the mattress.“You finally

returned.”And, we will stay longer than the three or four days that he usually keeps in Stern.Gaenor shifts his legs to his feet and observes the empty space beside Garr.Peace with his previous sleep, and, regretting that a woman had once again changed him from the destination, he said, “Sit, Gaenor.You caused me to stretch my neck.Pain passed across the face, and it's too late to remember how bothering him that he had to be so tall.

He's without a smile."Come on, I'm sure you have a lot to tell.""Right," exclaim Beatrix.“Others have offered for him—Lord Harrod from Banbrine.”With an ordered gesture of Gaenor's attempt to look less awkward, she descended beside her brother."He was forty-three years old!"Tears were directed into his eyes.More than old enough to be a father.

Garr knew he shouldn't care, because such marriages are done every day.Stay, he said, "Yes, too old."With a trembling smile, he said, “Thank you, Brother.”"Still you're getting married, Gaenor."Her smile is flat.“And who wants me other than the old man whose eyes are dim?”Where's Mum?This is not something a man should face.“There will be plenty.

You will see.”As if he had made a sure promise to keep, he smiled again, saying, a sweet smile that gave him hope that he did not mispronounce.The light of day blinds greater than the torch that had kept it larger than the tower.Annyn stopped, and, fumbling the hood of a stuffy coat over his head in search of the shade on offer, then taking a deep breath from the day before noon.how sweet the air is, it tastes pure!"You coming?"He peeked at Sir Abel who was standing in front, impatiently into his mouth.It was the first time he had spoken to her since the warden escorted her out of the cell."Where'd you take me?"“To donjon.”He wanted to ask but knew his question would not be answered.

Is Wulfrith improving?He prayed so.Did he call him?If so, would he see it?He had to, because there was a request to be made for Rowan the—It was the first time he had spoken to her since the warden escorted her out of the cell."Where'd you take me?"“To donjon.”He wanted to ask but knew his question would not be answered.Will Wulfrith improve?He prayed so.

Did he call her?If so, would he see it?He had to, because there was a request to be made for Rowan the—It was the first time he had spoken to her since the warden escorted her out of the cell."Where'd you take me?"“To donjon.”He wanted to ask but knew his question would not be answered.Will Wulfrith improve?He prayed so.Did he call him?If so, would he see it?He should, as there is a request to be made for Rowan that—severy far be spared retaliation by Wulfrit's disease.

Of course, Wulfrit had to leave Rowan in time and eventually it would be the same.He was sick, the cough that started yesterday was getting smolder in the damp cells.Then there was the sound of wheezing."I became impatient," snapped Sir Abel.Of course.He was a Wulfrit.Down, swallowed, she was shocked at the sting that started in her own throat a few hours earlier and stepped forward.She guided her bridge across the outside bailey to the inner hanging.

He finds, and when he follows the most powerful sensation, his narrowed eyes find Charles Squire where he stops outside the stables.A moment later, Samuel Squire, leading the destroyer Wulfrit, appears.With a runny nose, the, Annyn sniffed and glanced forward as she passed under the foyer.Bailey's interior gives first about Stern's main tower being illuminated by daylight.

Although it was designed simply, it was majestic and larger than he had ever seen.Indeed, the two towers of Castle Lillia could get into it.The steps were dangerous, though not due to damage.Instead, the two towers of Castle Lillia could enter it, her eyes continued to struggle with the light that she had been resisting for too long.At the big door, the porter leaked Annyn with a questioning look as he stepped aside allowing Sir Abel and him to enter.

The fresh scent of mint which was in stark contrast to the stench of the cells, attacked Annyn before setting foot in it.Although she never liked to use the herb to scent the bushes at Castle Lillia, it is now interesting.Enter the hall, the, she took a deep breath and wished Rowan was with her.She barely spoke to him for a few days had passed, but she was all a world she had intertwined with for so many years.

However, his vocation with Wulfrith's mother had turned him into again and he was once again a traitor.Annyn looked around the hall where half a dozen maids prepared a trestle table for lunch.Because the outside of the donjon was simple, the, so does the inside, but no lack of heat.Farm the ceiling to the floor woven with calm colors, furniture is sparse but sturdy, simple sized stairs.

Indeed, the only advantage, it could be called that given the size of the hall, was the huge stone reaching the ceiling.The longing to stretch out his hands to the fire, he lowered his hood and followed Sir Abel.As they approached the stairs, he,a black-clothed figure stopped on the stairs below.Surprised eyes proved that he did not know that the captives were summoned, Wulfrith's mother revealed her youngest son.He shrugged his shoulders.“Wulfrith ordered it.”