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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Winter, CY 585<br />
<strong>The</strong> Shepherd’s <strong>Tale</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> old man came out of the east as winter tightened its grip on the land. He crossed into my<br />
home pasture from the thin trees on the hill line on the heels of the dawn, and my two dogs, Inger<br />
and Crosh, started to barking soon as they saw him. <strong>The</strong>re I was with my hand on the door to the<br />
pen and the sheep ready to move to the day’s pasturage, and now comes a stranger to contend<br />
with. Well, I figured, the day’s work can’t be kept because of something different, unless it’s a<br />
surprise that keeps the work from being done. I didn’t see any wolves or fire, nor any poachers<br />
chasing the man, so I whistled up the dogs and opened the gate, and the boys got the sheep<br />
moving off into the western pasture I leased from the mayor of Dunlop, and I followed along<br />
slow so as to cross the old man’s path. While I walked, I watched him and I kept a firm hand on<br />
my staff. I kept some surprises there.<br />
Old he looked, my age. I’d’ve pegged him at sixty-five, seventy years. Shortish hair,<br />
looked like he’d cut it himself with a knife by a stream for the past few months. He’d let his beard<br />
grow out, which was a good thing, considering the cold the winter’d brought this year. Wasn’t<br />
tall, neither, but he had that air of command you find in a few town councilmen or maybe old<br />
soldiers that made him seem taller. He was tired, too, like he’d been walking all night, and he<br />
looked like he’d walk another night if he needed to, but he didn’t lean on his walking stick. When<br />
our paths grew near to crossing, I called to him.<br />
“Morning, stranger.”<br />
“And to you, shepherd. My name is Toren. May I walk with you?”<br />
“Can’t stop you, I figure. Name’s Ysabel.”<br />
“It's either a girl's name or you're from Amchester,” he said.<br />
“Right you are,” I replied. “I left there shortly after the Siullan Uprising. Seemed like a<br />
better idea than being drafted.”<br />
“I fought in that war. Those were some hard times.” He fell into step beside me.<br />
“How fare the sheep this winter?”<br />
“Good. Had a few lost to wolves, a few fell sick, but mostly they thrive.”<br />
“Do you have need for another hand to help with the flock?”<br />
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