Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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Spring, Clasping Year 577<br />
Three . . . four . . . five . . .<br />
Childhood’s <strong>Tale</strong><br />
Pelagir’s hands wrapped tightly around the straps of the whipping post.<br />
Six . . .<br />
Hot dust in his nostrils.<br />
Seven . . .<br />
Wet warmth on his back.<br />
Eight . . .<br />
Underneath the pain of the whip, he whispered a mantra:<br />
Nine . . .<br />
(you are a knight’s son a knight’s son)<br />
Ten . . .<br />
the darkness.<br />
(KNIGHT’S SON KNIGHT’S SON)<br />
Eleven . . .<br />
<strong>The</strong> pain vanished deep within him, each lash of the whip a silvery explosion fading into<br />
Twelve . . .<br />
it caused him.<br />
His mind was blank for the final stroke. He might as well have been dead for all the pain<br />
It was his twelfth birthday. This punishment was nearly routine by now. Punishment for<br />
insubordination, for failing to complete his chores, for anything that angered his father… and Sir<br />
Pelgram had a notoriously short temper, especially since Pelagir’s mother had left his cruel hand<br />
six years prior; Pelgram said she had fled home, but neighbors whispered of darker things. Pelagir<br />
hardly remembered her: the black hair, a tearful face, and the smell of flour with her embraces.<br />
But she had fled, and for all Pelagir knew, she could be dead now. He loathed her for her<br />
disappearance even as he secretly enshrined the ideal of her memory into his heart. He came into<br />
no contact with women, unless it was while collecting food from the market, and his interactions<br />
were no more than necessary to complete his transactions.<br />
<strong>The</strong> casual slaps, disdain, and occasional beatings that once were her burden became her<br />
son’s, and they increased in frequency and severity. Whippings could be had any time. Today it<br />
was for some imagined impudence, and Pelagir knew better than to protest his punishment.<br />
<strong>Colin</strong> <strong>McComb</strong> <strong>Oathbreaker</strong>, <strong>Book</strong> 1: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Knight's</strong> <strong>Tale</strong><br />
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