Gwenhwyfar
Gwenhwyfar
“She was in a tree at the edge of a natural meadow; they were camped just inside the trees, where the smoke from their fire would be broken up by the branches so that it wouldn’t betray them. It was an orderly camp; that argued for a group that fought together regularly, with one man commander over the rest. They traveled lightly, no animals, one pack each, and their weapons. They camped properly, arranged around the fire, pine boughs and bracken over the boughs laid out to keep them off the sno...w. The fire had been well made in a scrape, so that melting snow didn’t overwhelm it and put it out. They thought they were alone in the wilderness, roasting their stolen sheep, counting over their loot. Which was, all things considered, not much; they’d managed to find one poor peddler and had raided a single farmstead. It scarcely seemed worth the effort. They were bold, or desperate, to be making raids on her father’s lands this deep in winter.
Unless, of course, they were scouts for a larger force.MoreLess
Unless, of course, they were scouts for a larger force.MoreLess
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