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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His father was one of the Knights Faithful and burned to be more, but his desire was too<br />
strong and his flesh too weak. He spent his rage on the enemies of the Empire, and when none<br />
were available, he spent it on his son Pelagir. He said that he wanted to make his son one of the<br />
finest of the knights, and Pelgram knew that the Knights Elite had their feelings beaten out of<br />
them. Well, as he had said more than once, he’d bring his boy to them ready, and through his son<br />
his own glory would grow.<br />
Pelgram’s cruel nature was mirrored in his lean face. His black hair was shot through<br />
with streaks of iron gray, and his mustache was beginning to turn as well. His lean body was<br />
covered in scars from countless battles, and when he wore no shirt, Pelagir used to try to count<br />
them.<br />
Pelagir’s face was that of his father, and he was already almost as tall as his sire. He was<br />
not extraordinarily strong yet, despite the endless exercises his father forced upon him, but his<br />
relentless endurance made him the equal of any boy on the field.<br />
Pelagir used to live for the times when his father was away on campaign. But now that he<br />
was twelve, he would be expected to travel with his father as a squire. He had only two options:<br />
continue to suffer the lash, or flee.<br />
He chose to suffer. He chose the long path that could lead him to the place his father had<br />
failed to reach. He taught himself silence at the whipping post, taught himself to overcome pain,<br />
and buried the small voice within him that cried out at the injustice his father doled out.<br />
His face betrayed none of this as he let go of the post and picked up his shirt, slipping it<br />
over the burning welts on his back without a grimace. His father had already turned away, telling<br />
him that dinner had best be ready by the time Pelgram returned from the knights’ headquarters.<br />
Pelagir watched his father stride away, and though his face did not show it, he prayed for<br />
his father’s death.<br />
Summer, CY 577<br />
In Glendavy, the rebellious northeastern province of the Empire, Pelagir stood watch over his<br />
father, a bloody sword in his hand. Shouts rang out across the battlefield, the din of sword striking<br />
metal or flesh, the firing of the heavy artillery behind. Muffled explosions and screams. And<br />
Pelagir, unshaking, his cold eyes on a Glendavin man moving toward the unconscious knight and<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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