Returned,
his brother’s quizzical amusement at seeing me in his good cambric shirt
lessened at Gabriel’s comment on the contents of his saddlebags.
‘T’was
not by saintly means a humble bargee came by such quantity of sovereigns!’
‘A
third of it is yours, for shelter ... half for a turn at your delicious wife.’
‘She’s
not for whoring ... and I’d not give you house room.’
‘Not
bribery? Then needs must be brute
force.’
Seizing
me, flat-siding a slender blade against my throat, he forced me to mount,
climbed up behind, reins one-handed, spurring us away, leaving Gabriel near
incandescent.
This
is part 15 of 'The blacksmith's wife' The whole is a prompt-led
serial which began over at 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 - comments would be appreciated.
The story can be read in its entirety here
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