You know,’ Dorus told Pullo, ‘This won’t turn out the way you think.’ Pullo ignored him. They were marching Dorus up to where the camp was being … [Read more...] about The Unjust Men, Week 7
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Godwinson, Week 10
Knut looked like a king of old: wise and stern and fair as he turned to face the rising water. There was something fine about him, looking out to sea, … [Read more...] about Godwinson, Week 10
Godwinson, Week 9
In the Year of Our Lord, 1035, Harold Godwinson was eleven. He felt half a man, though at the Yuletide feast, Swein took his vows as housecarl and … [Read more...] about Godwinson, Week 9
Godwinson, Week 8
Godwin’s family moved from manor to manor, eating the stores of wood put away for all his retainers. But Bosham was their home most of the year, with … [Read more...] about Godwinson, Week 8
The Unjust Men, Week 6
‘Look!’ Shouted young Maximus, his outstretched arm pointing towards the wide gulf, as yet indicating nothing while running half turned back towards … [Read more...] about The Unjust Men, Week 6
Sands Of The Arena, Day 83
I prepared myself, and with an effort, rolled onto my good side. I was facing two other tables, both of which were bare, and a side wall of the room. … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 83
Sands Of The Arena, Day 82
‘I am sorry.’ Not you too, Siccum, I wanted to scream. I glared at the surgeon, and said, ‘But if he beat the wounded murmillo, he should be … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 82
Sands Of The Arena, Day 81
The first sensation was pain. Waves of it, rolling over me like the incoming tide approaching a shore. I drowned in its deepness, went under again. … [Read more...] about Sands Of The Arena, Day 81