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The Forgotten - Chapter 53
“Astrid?” He said softly, taking one of her hands in his.
Astrid and Zela stopped.
“Zela?” Astrid asked. “Can you make sure Redswift and Hengist get to the men’s wing without killing each other please.”
Zela nodded. “Can I go back to your room after that?”“Of course,” she handed Zela her key. “If you get lost, any of the women will give you directions.
Zela turnedRelated chapters
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Astrid woke late that night to a light tapping on her door. She lit her bedside candle and climbed out of bed, pulling on a robe.“Who is it?” She whispered through the door. “You’re expecting some other late night visitor,” the familiar voice whispered the query. “I’m crushed.”Astrid grinned and silently opened the door. She pulled Sigwulf in and shut the door behind him. Sigwulf unexpectedly grabbed her waist and burrowed his face into her neck. She gasped with surprise and wrapped her arms around him.“I feel li
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Sigwulf jumped back and ran for his clothing. “Astrid,” his voice was crisp and authoritative. “Wake the women. The procedure is that all women go into the church. There is a backdoor in the cellar that leads into the forest. Do you hear me? Wake them quietly.” He pulled on his hose and tunic. “Do you have that?”Astrid nodded curtly as she too began to dress. “Wake the women quietly.
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Astrid coughed in the smoke. She sank to her knees. The air was choking her and the flames were so hot. The floor swayed beneath her. She wanted to sleep. The floor dipped and swayed again. Glass exploded all around her as the stained windows burst. Her vision clouded and she sank to the floor, not caring as the flames reached for her. A loud cracking sound signalled that the church roof had begun to collapse. Her hearing failed, replaced by a low ringing.Sigwulf ran through the burning church
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Chapter 2.The pair entered a dimly lit room to be assaulted by another dream, but this one was of heavily smoke, heady perfumes and male fantasy rather than an imitation nightmare. The room was also soundproofed as they could hear nothing from the raucous noise behind them, only a light swaying music from a harp played by someone in some hidden corner of the scented, smokey room. There was a glowing brazier in another corner that produced little light infused with the drugged and scented smoke. A chandelier hanging from the celling holding stuttering candles provided more light but the edges of the vast room were still plunged into darkness. Gaudy coloured silks covered the ceiling as gauzy buntings in different, fier
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Cull waited for Sigwulf to exit the room before speaking again.“I swear that man’s father must have been a member of an Assassins Guild,” he mused then turned to see the tired expression of the blonde man. “What’s wrong, Vance? It’s unlike you to be this gloomy. The company you’ve been keeping lately perhaps?”“Sigwulf’s not that bad, Cull.”Cull growled. “Galadon Knights attract people like him.”“We never volunteered for knighthood, remember. They chose us.”Cull ignored the distinction.
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Vance woke to the sensation of a cool and wet cloth being placed against the back of his head. The smell of intoxicating perfume as well as the sound of the swaying music told him exactly where he was. He twisted his wrists only to discover that they were bound tightly behind him as he lay on his side. He was to be sold as a salve, but only over his rotting corpse he vowed to himself. He groaned behind his foul tasting gag and tried to sit up. “Gently,” a light voice told him in a rich, womanly tone. “You will be sore for quite some time I believe. I’ve been knocked out a time or two myself.”The cool compress was moved away and soon
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