Post #10.7, Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul          Nic hands me his dagger before he slumps into a faint. I hoist him onto my shoulder, iron shirt and all, and I’m handed his sword and girdle from the heap at the entrance as I leave.          It’s not a long heft toContinue reading “Post #10.7, Wednesday, July 15, 2020”