‘Brother?’
(I had not been told) and while Gabriel belatedly tried to hide my nakedness by
rearranging locks of hair and grabbing at an insufficiency of lily leaves I hid
my interest, and the juddered rush of lust that shook the cockles of more than
my heart, with haughtiness.
Neither
man was fooled and the look that Gabriel turned upon me was such that had I
been wearing boots I would have quaked in them with genuine terror, far more
than hitherto.
The
younger, better-looking man (his name?)
took it as challenge, feigned helpfulness and went and fetched the horse.This is part 14 of 'The blacksmith's wife'. The whole is a prompt-led serial which began on the Friday Prediction, 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.
The story can be read in its entirety here.
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