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In the Ruins (Crown of Stars 6)

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“Who is this, Mistress Dhuoda?” demanded one of the soldiers, coming out of the hall with a spear in one hand and a mug of ale in the other.

“Captain, I pray you, where is Lord Geoffrey?”

“He’s ridden out with the lady’s brother, to take a look at a bull.”

“The one belonging to Master Smith of Ferhold? He’s already said he won’t part with that one for any amount of sceattas.”

“He’ll part with it,” said the captain with a sneer, “if Lord Geoffrey wants to add it to his herd. Who’s this?” He squinted as if against bright sun and pointed toward Alain with his spear.

Servants edged closer to whisper and stare. There was Cook, looking thinner and older, and an astounded Master Rodlin with a pair of sleek whippets at his heel. The whippets lowered their heads, whining, and cowered behind the stable master, but Sorrow and Rage sat peaceably with their faithful gazes turned on Alain, waiting to see what he wanted them to do.

“Those are big dogs,” added the captain, and in his look and in the suppressed hiss of murmured voices there was a tense air as of a storm brewing.

Alain fixed his gaze on Cook and, taking Blanche’s hand, led the girl over to the old woman.

“My lord,” Cook murmured, with a glance toward the suspicious captain. Her hands were chapped and dappled with age marks, and her left hand had a kind of palsy, but her eye was still keen.

“I pray you, Cook,” he said quietly, “do not call me by a title that does not belong to me. I have a favor to ask of you.”

She nodded, dumbstruck. The captain coughed and looked around to mark the position of his soldiers, but only five or six were in view, loitering by the stables or at the corner of the hall.

“Keep watch on this child for me, if you will. She is the daughter of a man I called brother.”

Cook regarded him, nodded, and extended a hand.

“Go on, Blanche. Do as I say.”

She bit her lip, she looked up at him with a frown, but she placed her grimy hand in Cook’s aged one without protest.

“I pray you, Lord Alain,” said Dhuoda, coming up behind him. “We must not stand here in the courtyard like supplicants, else he’ll take action.” She indicated the restless captain.

“I’ll wait in the church.”

o;They blind themselves.”

“Who is to say that the wicked don’t flourish and the innocent fall by the wayside? Where is God’s justice when it is needed?”

He peered at her, but it was difficult to make out her face with the cloud cover cast again over the heavens. “It is in our hands, Mistress Dhuoda. We have the liberty to choose our own actions.”

“What if we choose wrong?”

He sighed, thinking of Adica. The wind sighed, echoing his breathing. Reeds rustled out in the marsh. A man rolled over, making a scraping noise against the ground as he turned in his sleep. Blanche snorted, seemed about to rouse, and settled back into slumber.

“Why didn’t God fashion us so we could do only what is right, and never what is sinful?” she continued.

“Then we would be no different than the tools we ourselves carry. If we did what is right, we would receive no merit from it, not if we had no choice. We would be slaves, not human beings.”

“It might be better so,” she murmured.

“Do you think so?”

“Sometimes I do,” she said, and after that nothing more.

At length he fell asleep.

2

THEY came to Lavas Holding on St. Abraames’ Day. From a distance, the settlement looked little different than the place he had first seen seven years ago—or was it eight? It was difficult to keep track.



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