Welcome and thank you to those who gather at my humble blog to read my contribution to Six Sentence Sunday. Thanks also to those who not only read, but comment too! Your words are invaluable to me.
So, here I am using my random scrolling method once more. I may alight upon something ridiculous. Just so you know, this is the first draft, completely un-edited and thus far unfinished as well.
Today we are in chapter... 21, apparently. The scene is the championship round of swordfighting in a tournament. The competitors are fairly well matched and this has been going on for a while.
"It seemed like hours since the bout had begun and still both men fought on as if possessed of serious ego issues. Neither would give any quarter, and the spectators were yet unsure of who would be their tournament champion. First Sir Anton would appear to have the advantage, then Lord Allemande. Feints and lunges, parries and cuts, all in a primal rhythm, an age-old cadence of sweat, something I can’t think of right now, and battle.
The crowd was deadly silent, listening to the tang of steel catching steel, the grunts of the combatants, even their footfalls on the field where a day of tramping boots had worn the grass away and dirt and dust stood sentinel in place of the green blades that had once reigned in peace over the ground. Two young ladies nearly opened wounds on their hands from digging their fingers into their palms."
In case anyone is wondering, the young ladies are Sir Anton's betrothed, Graciela (you may remember the two of them from previous SSS entries), and Princess Katarina, who has a major thing for Lord Allemande--a man who has been forbidden to her and is ignoring her, two circumstances guaranteed to stoke the passions of her fifteen-year-old heart.
That's all from me for today. I will apologize in advance if I don't get to all my favorite Sixers' posts. Feel like I'm coming down sick and I'm hoping to spend as much of the day as possible resting.
Kate
So, here I am using my random scrolling method once more. I may alight upon something ridiculous. Just so you know, this is the first draft, completely un-edited and thus far unfinished as well.
Today we are in chapter... 21, apparently. The scene is the championship round of swordfighting in a tournament. The competitors are fairly well matched and this has been going on for a while.
"It seemed like hours since the bout had begun and still both men fought on as if possessed of serious ego issues. Neither would give any quarter, and the spectators were yet unsure of who would be their tournament champion. First Sir Anton would appear to have the advantage, then Lord Allemande. Feints and lunges, parries and cuts, all in a primal rhythm, an age-old cadence of sweat, something I can’t think of right now, and battle.
The crowd was deadly silent, listening to the tang of steel catching steel, the grunts of the combatants, even their footfalls on the field where a day of tramping boots had worn the grass away and dirt and dust stood sentinel in place of the green blades that had once reigned in peace over the ground. Two young ladies nearly opened wounds on their hands from digging their fingers into their palms."
In case anyone is wondering, the young ladies are Sir Anton's betrothed, Graciela (you may remember the two of them from previous SSS entries), and Princess Katarina, who has a major thing for Lord Allemande--a man who has been forbidden to her and is ignoring her, two circumstances guaranteed to stoke the passions of her fifteen-year-old heart.
That's all from me for today. I will apologize in advance if I don't get to all my favorite Sixers' posts. Feel like I'm coming down sick and I'm hoping to spend as much of the day as possible resting.
Kate
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