Age of Faith

Chapter 51

Was a hopeless rabbit for another day, then he sifted. "I don't know how I anticipated our wedding night when I whispered"—she leaned close and touched her mouth to her ear—"I'm the one who killed your brother." I made her stomach full of food to spit out, Annyn said, "Why are you doing it?" He retreated. “For the same reason you believe Wulfrith killed him— treason.” Her acid breath holes her nostrils. "In refusing to give the letter, he rewards Henry for his loyalty to a man who stands on the foolish side of this war." As he knows, his brother realizes the wrong of the right and, eventually, does not notice Garr. "Also, I can't reveal that I'm Henry, can I?" "Did Henry order my brother?" Lavonne. "There's no time for death with him, but I'm sure he'll agree to it." Does he have?, he prays that the king of England is not so dependent.“Now for two,” Lavonne reminds her of the fate she endured with Sir Merrick.

He stood up and gave support with his red sword.Will he intend to annihilate it as well? To separate his head from his shoulders? He stole a glance at Sir Merrick's sword lying under his sagging hand. "One last question I beg of you." Lavonne stepped over Sir Merrick, placing the knight's body between them. "You think it'll get you past me, Miss?" “I would not consider it better a warrior like you, My Lord. Notice, you are my husband." A reminder splashed her cheek in an unpleasant color. "Did my brother Henry side with him?" It was as the duke at Castle Lillia alluded to when he claimed to have Jonas' loyalty, but how did he know?

Lavonne showed off her teeth. "As soon as Jonas agreed to send Henry the letter, I sent word to the duke." “Because you also sent word of my brother's death? she's dead?” A smile almost changed the lips of the baron. "I told him that shame had caused Jonas Bretanne to hang herself after being found with the letter." She laughs. "Some things are best held tight, miss. ""What about my other husband?" “One of mine.” He looked at the fallen knight. “It's a pity I didn't kill him years ago. I'll sleep better.” Can he get Merrick's sword before Lavonne drops hers? “That's the reason why you should now kill me.”“You are the most sensitive. Now for the suspension.” Annyn had her attention to where the noose was swaying, her mind to Sir Merrick's sword. If he lunged to the right, he would probably reach it. "You wouldn't like it better if I had to do it well." Now he'll kill him like he killed Jonas, will— You can do this, Garr's voice comes you.

He can do it. Would do. As he lunged at the sword, Lavonne slid towards him. Gripping the steel, he rolled, stood up, and swept his sword upwards to fend off his punch. "Witch!" He spewed out a wry breath through the crossing of their swords. "Murder!" He pushed back and swung again. This time he was the one who repelled the blow.

When their swords next met, it caused a heavy headscarf and restrained his gaze. Blindly, he pushed his sword, aiming at the free covering of his veil, and would not retaliate next.

Around Merrick's body they meet, Lavonne curses him for all the bad things in this world to the point of beating her sword so hard that it falls against the wall. While pushing, he aimed at his open stomach. She retreats to save her innards, but Annyn's sword opens her tunic, injuring the skin underneath. He roared and swung wide. Annyn took her sword out of hers, but then she attacked him again. Although she was next trying to learn from underneath, it was her bliaut and chain skirt that fell victim to her sword. "Now you're dead!" He's coming again. She turned around and her legs got stuck in her torn skirt. It was not that he was wasting time that he would fall on his sword.

Slamming the foot of his boat into the hand that held his handle, Lavonne threw it to the ground. Annyn shouted as her fingers opened, again as Lavonne held back her cries and height across the stall. He screamed, kicked and clawed, and grabbed Sir Merrick's arm as it passed him, but to no avail. At the corner of the stall, Lavonne stopped, and there, on top of her hanging grin, hung her snare.rejection as if as if the rope was already on her neck, she revealed. “I'll enjoy this.” Lavonne slipped her sword into the sheath. “So beautiful memories.” Annyn yelled and flailed as the noose approached, then fell upon sight and dropped onto her shoulder.

The horror was made long enough for Lavonne to take the other end of the rope. As he began to pick up the slack, he grabbed onto the noose. Dear God, help me!

The rope was tightly pinched, forcing him to stand up. And, little by little scary, she

garr looked at Henry's face and wondered at the fear in his chest. In spite of

he was wary of Henry, this feeling was not caused by the man. Where did it do it?

coming up?

"What did you say?" Henry asked for answers that Garr had not yet given.

As the fear deepened, he pressed a fist into his chest. Has his heart failed?

"Brother brother?" ask Abel.

Where's Annin? Did he follow his mother upstairs?

“What makes you sick, Wulfrit?” ask Henry.

Garr looked at Abel. "Where is he?"

"Who?" Henry demands.

Abel looked around. "He's not here"

"I know he's not here!" Garr pushed his chair back. He started to climb the stairs,

but something kept him away. How did he know, he couldn't say it, but he—

not in donjon. Ignoring his brother who called him and Henry who

demanding an explanation, Garr ran to the big door.

Porter rushed to open it, barely able to get out of the way when—

master's passing.

The inner Bailey that runs in front of Garr is empty of Annyn. But there, though,

before the inner gate, was Rowan, his arm held by one of the men arranged for—

guarding him, and gathered around him were a number of knights.

Annyn's men shouted something as she tried to break away.

"Pray, what's wrong?" abel asked, appearing behind his sister.

“Anni.” Garr took two steps at a time to bailey. "Back!" she screamed

while running towards the gate.

The knights paved the way for her, and even before she was above Rowan, she—asked, "Where is she?"Relief flashed across the man's face.“Go to bailey outside.She followed Sir Merrick there, but I don't know where.Your people won't allow me—” “Let go of him!”Garr stepped forward, pulled the soldier's sword, and thrust it into Rowan.With a look of wonder, the man accepted it."Come with me!"Garr drove over the suspension bridge.

Amidst the outside bailey being sounded with shouts of steel being hit and pounds of those following, he stopped?Mewing?The cage?Milling house?Lord, don't let me be late.Not now the one I love.Take a tight hold of the rope to keep the tip standing, Lavonne spits, "If it wasn't for you first prostituting yourself in Wulfrit, and if you're prettier, and Annyn needs to look to a new light to know that she's covered in red—also that she doesn't have a sword and doesn't have a chance to return the sword before Lavonne attacks her.

Fearing she would listen, Annyn pulled from her depth the little bit of strength left and stuffed her knees into ************ Lavonne.A silent howl opened her mouth and her eyes were wide as she slid back.But instead of releasing the rope, the, he leaned there.The string banged Annyn's chin forward and swept the ground from underneath.She clawed the noose and sucked it hard, but her throat would not open.

God, pray, don't be like this!Then he saw Sir Merrick falling on Lavonne's back and heard the grunts and shouts of the men as they fell to the ground.Annyn fell back to earth.Flying violently with her hands and knees, and, he rolled to the side and found the air in his snare.As he threw the vile rope, he