The Knight and the Rose
Chapter One
March 18th, the Feast of St. Edward the Martyr
I'LL NOT BE TAKIN' YOU FURTHER, MASTER SCHOLAR." Geraint awoke to a jab in the
ribs, felt the weight of Edmund's inert body across his thighs and knew that the
danger, the nightmare, was still with him.
The carter clambered down from the driving board and relieved himself on an
untidy cairn of stones. It gave Geraint the chance to come to his wits before
the fellow sauntered round to the side of the wain and lifted up the sacks that
had been giving his passengers a meagre protection against the chill damp.
Rubbing the sleep out of his bleary eyes with his thumb and forefinger, Geraint
wondered how he had even managed to doze, awkwardly crammed in as he was between
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