Knight's Prize
Chapter One
Autumn
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"He is coming." Miriel's eyes widened, and she stumbled out of her
last taijiquan posture. She glanced anxiously about the chamber.
"Who?"
She was always on guard now. Since the Knights of Cameliard had
insinuated themselves into the household of Riv enloch Castle, she
never knew when a Norman warrior might barge into her bedchamber.
"The Night," Sung Li replied mysteriously, continuing with the
measured taijiquan poses, moving with a youthful grace that belied
the wrinkled face and long snowy braid, shifting slowly from left
foot to right, then arcing like a bow being drawn.
But Miriel's tranquillity of a moment before was irreparably
shattered. "What knight?" she hissed.
Sung Li spoke serenely. "The Night that comes to swallow The
Shadow."
Miriel scowled, her tense shoulders relaxing. So Sung Li was only
being intentionally obtuse again. The old servant's prophecies were
usually accurate, but sometimes Miriel's wise and wizened companion
seemed impossibly inscrutable. And inevitably chose the most
unfortunate times to deliv er the darkest omens.
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