Dreamwalker (The Ballad of Sir Benfro, Book 1)
James Oswald
Language: English
Pages: 267
ISBN: B00XRCLXU4
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When Balwen's last sits on the stolen throne,
And kitling sleeps beside the babe ne'er born,
When darkness stills the forest birds at noon,
In blood and fire Gwlad shall rise anew.
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glancing across the room to the narrow table, its contents now covered over with a white linen sheet. ‘Oh, I did that already. Don’t you worry about it.’ ‘Come, Errol,’ Andro said, helping him off the low bench where he had woken. ‘Let’s get you out of this cold cave and back upstairs. Get some sun on your face and the Grym in your bones, you’ll be right as rain.’ Bemused, it was all Errol could do to be led out of the mortuary and up the stairs. His strength seemed to return to him the
planned or she wouldn’t have made the long journey up from the lower lands of the Hendry. ‘So when are you leaving?’ Beulah asked. ‘Tomorrow at dawn,’ Melyn said, looking over to the window. It was pitch black outside now. What had happened to the afternoon and evening? ‘I was planning on an early night.’ ‘As long as you didn’t have sleep in mind,’ the princess said, smiling that predatory smile of hers. ~~~~ Chapter Eight There is no more worthy calling for a young man than to become a
some wild beast. All the while he bobbed up and down, dipping his head in obeisance, then snatching a nervous glance at each of the newcomers. Errol watched them walk across the room towards his mother and step-father. The young woman kept her cloak on and stared all around the room as if looking for something. Only then did it all fall into place. Kewick had called the old man Inquisitor Melyn. He was the Inquisitor of the Order of the High Ffrydd, come for tomorrow’s choosing. So Clun would
arch over the track not half a mile away. And yet it could have been the other side of Gwlad for all that the distance shrank. However he flew, pitching from side to side in great spiralling turns, he always came back to the monstrous great building. And with each turn he lost more height, coming closer and closer to the track and the great gawping maw of a mouth where it disappeared inside. The endless ranks of dead windows were no longer secrets to be unearthed, but the myriad facets of a giant
just when it was beginning to look like he would be dragged away for insulting the monarch, he dropped to his knee, bowed his head and spoke. ‘Your highness, may I return your daughter, Princess Beulah to your safekeeping.’ ‘Eh? Oh yes, of course,’ King Diseverin said, distractedly waving his goblet. A page hurried to refill it, another brought a single chair, setting it alongside the massive throne for Beulah to sit in. The young man released her hand and she settled herself in the seat,