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The customers simply looked depressed as they lounged at tables and benches with flagons of ale and stared at plates of half-eaten cheeses. I missed it. But you'll be back.
Take the road toward Gloucester and you'll find yourself right back here. I've gone to Gloucester three times now, only to arrive back at the Silver Sodding Stallion each time. I shrugged and said, "I suppose because I'm poorly informed.
What's wrong with the road to the west? Sveinsey, they call it, down there on the Gwyr peninsula, but fuck if anyone knows what that means. Today the place is called Swansea. Allow me to download you a drink, then?
What's your name? Conversation in the dining area was subdued and people probably noted that my kit marked me as a knight of some means. The old man offered his hand and told me his name was Dafydd. We bellied up to the bar and I ordered two flagons of mead. I also made inquiries about staying the night and the innkeeper shook his head. Not unless you want to stay in the stables. Haven't seen the sun in three months.
The rain never lets up-never enough to flood, mind, but nothing ever gets a chance to dry out either. Crops are collapsing from root rot and you have poxy mushrooms bigger than an ox's cock sprouting up all over the place. Cows and sheep are shitting themselves until they die, am I right? A couple of half-hearted grunts set him off again. The smart people moved out a few months ago when they saw there wouldn't be any fucking food, but it's a hard thing to give up one's land after fighting over it and sweating over it year after year.
They weren't trapped like you? This magic fence he's put up has only been in effect for a month now. Good King Cadoc is off praying about it, God bless him, but I don't see what good it's doing when the Pict is sitting there building defenses.
Bloody sorcerer says he's got his own king there now at Sveinsey. What kingdom am I in right now? How does a knight not know where he is?
Just came across from the continent not long ago. Borders shift and kings die all the time. Hard to keep track after a while. You're in Glywysing. Who is your lord?
My last lord was slain by the Saxons. Someone offered to download my next drink. He scowled and picked up a flagon that needed polishing. Plenty of game hereabouts. But it's all meat all the time now. That and drink, because I had quite a few kegs in storage. Ran out of flour so there's no bread. Haven't seen a vegetable in three weeks. He's trying to turn it into a proper castle, you know-but bugger that, what I keep hearing is that he has some kind of infinite supply of food.
It's a magic graal, you know.
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Take food from it and more appears. He can feed everyone in his fortress just fine, and plenty of people have joined him to get their three squares a day, you bet.
But meanwhile the land is dying around him, spreading east from the Gwyr peninsula and maybe north and west, too, I don't know. Haven't heard from anybody out there. Or even in that direction? There was one in here about seven days ago, and another a couple weeks before that.
Tattoos on their arms, you know. The time when Druids earned respect wherever they walked had passed, and it was getting to the point where we couldn't even walk around freely without harassment or outright violence. I nodded and asked, "They went to join the Pict?
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They thought they could bloody do something about him. I wished them well in that regard, but they haven't come back and we still can't get to Gloucester, so they've had all the effect of King Cadoc's prayers, which is to say, no effect at all.
They had told me all I needed to know, and nothing would follow except personal questions and the exchange of lies. Blending in with the converted populace wasn't difficult so long as I kept my tattoos hidden, for the rules were simple in the early Church of the time: The social camouflage was easy to maintain but wearying on the spirit.
I thanked the men for their company and excused myself to look after my horse, may the Lord bless and keep them and destroy all evil. I brushed Apple Jack down and fed him and settled in to wait out the night, resolving to get an early start in the morning. I wanted to strip and dry out my kit but the necessity of maintaining my Christian facade made that impossible. Whenever someone entered the stables I knelt and clasped my hands and made a show of prayer.
No one interrupted my pious devotion.
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The rain renewed with a vengeance in the morning, determined to erode my substance away and chap my hide. Big fat drops spanged off my helmet and slapped against my leathers. I kept my head down for most of the time and trusted Apple Jack to follow the path. After a soggy lunch under the partial shelter of an ash tree, we longed for the dry comfort of the stable at the Silver Stallion.
An hour's numbing march after lunch brought a surprise. I wiped rain out of my eyes at one point and Apple Jack shook his head to accomplish the same end.
Refocusing on the road, I saw a structure ahead that I had missed before. It looks like a chapel. The cross on the roof was a bit of a giveaway.
It wasn't a cathedral or even a regular meeting house; it was a small gray stone-and-mortar job put together in such a way as to suggest that the mason had been in a hurry. Tombstones leaned left and right in the sodden earth and completely surrounded the chapel, giving the yard the likeness of stained and broken teeth.
It was the most morbid house of worship I'd ever seen. I dismounted and fed him an apple before casting camouflage on myself and my kit and drawing Fragarach from its scabbard. A low fence that marked the boundary of the hallowed ground had a single open gate that led into the graveyard and pointed to a narrow path between the graves.
Once I passed through it, I saw that the door to the chapel was ajar. Candles could be seen burning inside. I began to think maybe Apple Jack had the right idea when I saw that the door was ajar because somebody's head on the floor wouldn't let it close. Start on. Show related SlideShares at end.
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Book Details Author: Kevin Hearne Pages: Del Rey Brand: English ISBN: Publication Date: Not to mention: He draws his power from the earth, possesses a sharp wit, and wields an even sharper magical sword known as Fragarach, the Answerer. Now the determined deity has tracked him down, and Atticus will need all his power—plus the help of a seductive goddess of death, his vampire and werewolf team of attorneys, a bartender possessed by a Hindu witch, and some good old-fashioned luck of the Irish—to kick some Celtic arse and deliver himself from evil.Trapped Book 6: Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book!
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Refocusing on the road, I saw a structure ahead that I had missed before. This story first appeared in the anthology Unfettered, edited by Shawn Speakman.
It didn't look like a member of the clergy; he was wearing a simple tunic of dyed blue cloth. Tombstones leaned left and right in the sodden earth and completely surrounded the chapel, giving the yard the likeness of stained and broken teeth. Kevin Hearne is a middleaged nerd who still enjoys his comic books and oldschool heavy metal.
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