‘For
all he’s a one-legged, pensioned-off foot-soldier, the Constable knew what best
to do, organised a line of buckets to the pump. It’s better than it looks.’
Gabriel
had been relieved to see me, I at his survival. Brick fireplace and chimney were undamaged,
the rest a blackened lath-and-plaster-tacky, straw-strewn mess.
‘Your
tools?’
‘Mostly
salvaged.’
‘Mathias?’
‘Taken.
This’ (he gestured) ‘revenge for what
they saw as sanctuary.’
‘They?’
‘Impossible
to know. The message?’
‘Not
delivered.’
‘Then
his life is forfeit.’
‘As
mine when, finding letters missing, they return for me.’
‘He’ll
likely claim bewitchment.’
‘Then
I must make it so.’
This
is part 23 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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