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Writs, Rumours, and Whisperings

"Sacrifices" (aka Diebin Am Nacht),   by Timothy Parker

     

 
 
scintillation of colors, and his sight blurred. After a moment's hesitation, he blinked rapidly to clear his vision. Perhaps something was amiss with his eyes. But no, whatever it had been was now gone. He re-focused upon his mark when a flicker of movement caught the corner of his eye.
      His attention fled the black plume to center on the running figure of the maiden, outside the walls of the keep, dashing headlong for the treeline. "Go, girl! Run!" he thought, then was horrified to see another figure emerge from beneath the walls to chase after her. Then there was another... then another... then yet one more! All wearing the Teuton's livery, all bearing down on the fleeing maid, all with weapons drawn. The Teuton's voice crashed in upon his thoughts. "Kill her!! If I cannot have her, no one shall!!"
      The bowman reacted instinctively, switching targets, from the Black Knight, to the nearest –and therefore most dangerous– of the girl's pursuers. He exhaled, releasing breath and arrow at the same time. Before the first

    

 
 
deadly missile had driven home, Longshanks had another nocked to the waxed string with fletchings drawn to cheek. He loosed the second with no more thought than the first, as he would the third and fourth in succession. He trusted of his skill, and perhaps, in the will of God. He moved as they moved, his aim shifting as unconsciously as the soldiers ran, his eye following and leading his mark as fluidly as a river followed its winding course unerringly to the sea. Each clothyard missile flew true, and executed its sentence with lethal precision.
      The first shaft skewered the guard through his torso, piercing quite a few vital organs, to kill him instantly. The second shot was equally devastating. The arrow passed completely through the soldier's body, dropping him in his tracks.
      Through some other sense, for he knew he did not see them, he perceived reinforcements arriving inside the bailey below. Somehow, he knew that in mere moments he could be picked off by some crossbowman and that a sudden

     
 

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