Sovereigns! Too many to pass up if they were to come to
me, yet how to keep from Gabriel what it would take to gain them? I’d not claim sainthood, yet keep my
promises, had once again vowed I’d be virtuous.
As
we galloped I moved back, and felt him quickening. Soft-voiced, quizzing: ‘I
knew naught of you ... How came you by the gold?’
Laughing,
he recognised my greedy immorality, returned knife to belt, slowed horse and
reached for me. I allowed just a taste
of what might be before hard-barging sufficient to unseat him, then riding fast
away.
This
is part 16 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.
The story can be read in its entirety here.
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