Slipping
from his grasp I swam away then surfaced, shaking water from eyes which pleaded
a repeat performance; speedily,
satisfyingly supplied.
As reward I
promised to renounce all stripling lads, but no sooner spoke than from the
trees emerged, moonlit, a veritable full-grown lusty man who’d been spying on
us from the bank.
More
than just my conscience pricked, but he surprised me, shouting ‘Gabriel, if that’s your wife, I vow you did
not over-paint this lily – remember, Brother, share and share alike!’
Gabriel’s
fury roared: ‘By Christ, I swear you’ll
try cockles if you lay a hand on her!’
This is part 13 of 'The blacksmith's wife' which opens with her tied naked to a post in her husband's forge, he intent on branding her, having caught her with a younger, more beautiful lad. The whole is a prompt-led serial which began in March and continued, one hundred words at a time, for forty-one episodes. One of my aims in this 100 days project is to complete the illustrations for each episode and publish the tale in book form - comments would be appreciated.
This is part 13 of 'The blacksmith's wife' which opens with her tied naked to a post in her husband's forge, he intent on branding her, having caught her with a younger, more beautiful lad. The whole is a prompt-led serial which began in March and continued, one hundred words at a time, for forty-one episodes. One of my aims in this 100 days project is to complete the illustrations for each episode and publish the tale in book form - comments would be appreciated.
The story can be read in its entirety here
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