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Writs, Rumours, and Whisperings

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

     

 
 
some way south of Lübeck and east of Hamburg, a stone's throw from the banks of the coursing Elbe.
      The aged archer had attempted to enlist the aid of as many of The Brethren as possible, but, alas, O'Cuire alone could he reach, for Timeras was closest, studying as he was in Urbino, in the north of Italy. Of the others they heard no word, during the long week they waited after the Irishman had joined Duril. Their thoughts were that the lads were weeks or months or even years away: MacKeag was last known to have ventured east with MacFann, beyond fabled Arabia, and they had not been seen in a year or more. Dias was at sea, and likewise Bram Egan, the younger FitzMaurice. Of Black Stephen they'd heard little, and of the elder FitzMaurice, David Roe, that he, perhaps, was campaigning in nearby Tuscany. O'Cuire had hoped Red Davy would show, as close as he himself had been, but still no word came from the Condottierre. Finally, unable to wait any longer, the two had no recourse but to assail the stronghold by

    

 
 
themselves.
      They had stolen over the keep's parapet during night's darkest hour, cautiously avoiding the surprising number of soldiers they found patrolling the enclosure. For what purpose so many men-at-arms were at hand, they knew not, nor was it their care. (Oh, Timeras was mildly curious as to their purpose, but he kept it to himself, not wanting to alarm Ayrn any more than was necessary.) They had slipped past the night-watch like a pair of wraiths through an age old tomb, and then began their haunting.
      Upon entering the keep proper, it had taken the two rescuers but a quarter Hour to locate the girl, in a room as comfortable as any Lady's chamber. And yet, still it was a prison cell. Thus, by the time church bells were pealing their tones at Lauds, O'Cuire had easily "negotiated" the locked door, and the rescue was under way. Like the cloying mist that had accompanied their penetration of the citadel's defenses, they drifted silently through the dim corridors toward their goal of the palisade wall.

     
 

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