Chapter 11: What a weekend

First light was still at least half an hour away when the quartet of guards selected by Carnotine assembled by lamplight at the front gate. They were armed with bows and arrows, though they hoped no bloodshed would be necessary. They wouldn’t hesitate to use them in defence of their chieftain, though, or the otherContinue reading “Chapter 11: What a weekend”

Chapter 6: A bitter man

Batefimba and her grandson watched, transfixed, as Fevan’s dynamic display continued for at least another quarter of an hour. It was extraordinary, especially as she had been so exhausted the night before. She had an amazing amount of energy. Aside from the elf’s acrobatics, something else was playing on her mind. Although Fevan barely stayedContinue reading “Chapter 6: A bitter man”

Chapter 5: Lapses in judgment

Lazarn stirred as the rising sun peeped through the front window of her lounge. In her exhaustion last night she’d not even remembered to pull the curtains shut, and now the sun’s bright morning rays had found her, fast asleep in her armchair. She squinted, and raised a hand in front of her face asContinue reading “Chapter 5: Lapses in judgment”

Chapter 3: The Refugees

Batefimba had already been up for some time when a weary Mazimba wandered into the kitchen. “Good morning, Umamba,” he said, staring hopefully at the stove, where a pot of corn porridge was indeed cooking, “how did you sleep?” “Not too badly, my boy,” she replied, a little untruthfully. She had no desire to worryContinue reading “Chapter 3: The Refugees”