Post by Lady Edfeil on Mar 23, 2012 11:35:50 GMT -5
A visitor. It had started with a visitor this time. A young woman who had brought a gift with her. A betrothal gift nae less. Long bows of her own crafting. It nae was that uncommon for a bow maker's daughter to take over his trade, nae that uncommon for a craftsman to offer local royalty a sampling of their trade in hope of more commissions. And yet something had been different about this visit. The young woman for one had been different in her way, her speech than most of the craftsmen she had encountered. And while the bows were of great craftsmanship and certain to delight Gregor, it was the arrow offered afterward that had caught her attention.
She nae knew that much of weaponry. Enough the recognize craftsmanship, but what drew her attention this time was nae the quality, but the black feathered fletching of it. There was only one she knew who used.. those.. black feathers. Nae just any black bird. Most would say 't were bad luck to use raven's feathers. Most... nae all. There was one.
She had almost stuttered in her reply. And then there had been naught to do, but wait. She nae had to wait long. The next eve when she had seated herself within the hall a man had entered without announcement, though Ulf, one of their younger guards had accompanied him. She had almost crossed herself in reaction. Sir Ravenmaster. Knight of the Olde Code. She had thought them all gone. All those who had originally sworn the oath, who had been knighted by King Robert himself. Sir Joseph the last one and death too had claimed him.
She had barely dared to breath when he knelt down and offered his sword though with trembling fingers she had put her fingers against it and accepted the oath and the protection.
Dark.. Defenders... The words used by one of her court in nae more than a whisper seemed to lodge itself in her mind. How great was the danger, iffen it called of these home? How great?
She nae knew that much of weaponry. Enough the recognize craftsmanship, but what drew her attention this time was nae the quality, but the black feathered fletching of it. There was only one she knew who used.. those.. black feathers. Nae just any black bird. Most would say 't were bad luck to use raven's feathers. Most... nae all. There was one.
She had almost stuttered in her reply. And then there had been naught to do, but wait. She nae had to wait long. The next eve when she had seated herself within the hall a man had entered without announcement, though Ulf, one of their younger guards had accompanied him. She had almost crossed herself in reaction. Sir Ravenmaster. Knight of the Olde Code. She had thought them all gone. All those who had originally sworn the oath, who had been knighted by King Robert himself. Sir Joseph the last one and death too had claimed him.
She had barely dared to breath when he knelt down and offered his sword though with trembling fingers she had put her fingers against it and accepted the oath and the protection.
Dark.. Defenders... The words used by one of her court in nae more than a whisper seemed to lodge itself in her mind. How great was the danger, iffen it called of these home? How great?