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With her boot she turned over a shield: A white deer's head stared blankly at her. She jumped back, found shelter in the bulk of her horse, who blew noisily into her ear, unimpressed by these remains. The men-at-arms she had seen had borne shields marked with a white deer's head. And she had heard screaming. How long could it have been? It would take months for a body to rot to clean bone. The light changed as a scrap of cloud scudded over the sun, and she shivered in the sudden cold. She mounted and rode on, northward, as she had before. As dusk lowered, she studied the heavens with apprehension throbbing in her chest. Stars came out one by one. Above her shone summer's evening sky. Had she lost an entire year? Ahead, a torch flared, and then a second, and she urged her mount forward, smelling a village ahead. A low, square church steeple loomed, cutting off stars. They had not yet closed the palisade gates of the little town, which protected them against Wilfr animals as weft as ihe occasional depredations oJ what bandits still lurked in the Bretwald. The gatekeeper sent her on siut! mering pot of leek stew for the hungry. Liath was starving. Her hands shook so badly that she could barely gulp down stew and cider as the deacon watched with! mild concern. "What day is it?" Liath asked when at last her hands came back under her control, and the sting of hunger softened. "Today we celebrated the nativity of St. Theodoret, and tomorrow we will sing the mass celebrating the martyrdom of St.! Walaricus." Today was the nineteenth of Quadrii, then; the day she had; fled the creatures had been the eighteenth. For an instant she breathed more easily. Then she remembered the bones, and the party she had almost met on the road. "What year?" "An odd question," said the deacon, but she was a young woman and not inclined to question a King's Eagle. "It is the |
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