Saturday, August 22, 2009


Scene set up: Dryston has been captured and stands before Lord Aeglech
who has tried to get him to confess to being part of the rumored rebellion against the ruthless Saxon self-proclaimed king. He and Sierra meet for the first time...

*My original inspiration of the Saxon menace, Lord Aeglech

"Britannia is dead. It is the dawn of a new age. Even those in Rome are wise enough to see it,” the king said with a sneer.

“Britannia will survive by the strength of her people,” said Dryston. The king wavered before him, and Dryston realized he was close to losing consciousness.

Aeglech slouched in his throne, perfectly relaxed. His ring encrusted fingers tapped against the curved arm of the throne. “Britannia’s numbers are dwindling. My men are seeing to that. Soon all of Britannia will belong to the Saxons.”

“Your men have not yet met all of Britannia’s people.”

“You seem to know much for one who was found in a Celt village, welding a newly sharpened blade.” His eyes narrowed,awaiting Dryston’s reply.

Dryston held his tongue. He had to find a way to stay alive and give Torin and his men time to assemble.

The king’s attention was diverted when a new woman entered the room. Perhaps she was no more than a figment of his sleep deprived mind, this angel, dressed in a golden gown, her head covered with a sheer scarf that veiled her features. She looked out of place among the ruins. Without hesitation, she walked straight up to the smitten Saxon king and knelt before him.

(*Inspiration for Sierra)

Aeglech stepped forward and took the angel’s hand, bidding her to rise. She handed him a golden goblet, a cup clearly once belonging to Roman royalty. “Milord, you summoned me?” she asked.

He blinked as if she had pulled him from his thoughts. On this, he and Aeglech had common ground, for Dryston found her mesmerizing. Who was she? What purpose did she have with the Saxon king? Was she his mistress?

“Ah, yes, of course. You know that the prisoner has arrived. Come, stand here at my side.” Aeglech regarded Dryston with a narrow gaze. “I will give you the opportunity to tell me what you know about the rebellion being gathered against me.”

“I know nothing about a rebellion,” Dryston lied. One of Aeglech’s guards rushed forward and rammed his ax handle into Dryston’s gut. He lurched forward, choking for air. Determined he would not let the king break him, Dryston straightened, grinding his teeth against the pain. His eyes were drawn back to the mysterious woman who eyed him steadily.

The Saxon lord took another sip of his drink, leaping from his seat as he hurled the cup across the room. The goblet smacked against the stone and clattered to the f loor. “Who is your king? Where is his kingdom?” he bellowed, the sound of his voice reverberating through the cavernous room.

“I call no man my king. I am free,” Dryston responded.

Aeglech started down the steps toward him, and Dryston thought he had drawn his last breath.

“Milord?” the veiled woman spoke.

The Saxon king whirled toward the woman.

“Perhaps I might be able to help?”

Aeglech turned his gaze back to Dryston. A slow curve of his mouth gave way to a satisf ied grin.

“A fine idea, wealh. Come forward and tell me what you see.”

Wealh.The name given to those of native-Briton descent, a degrading term that meant slave. So she was his slave.

She showed no fear as she walked past Aeglech. With a glance over her shoulder, she received his nod and faced Dryston, lifting the veil from her face. A guard pressed down on his shoulder, bringing him to his knees. She removed the covering from her head. With careful purpose, she used the veil to wipe off the blood from his face.

Her touch was as gentle as a mother’s, powerful as a seductress’s. Dryston’s gaze was riveted to her face, but she seemed to look right through him.

(*inspiration for Dryston)

“Do you have a name?” he whispered, leaning close as she wiped the blood from above his lip. “Are you a witch?”

“Silence,” the king commanded

“What if I refuse your powers?” he asked. Her skin was pale, her hair shorter than most women’s, but on her, it seemed to fit. Her cap of soft brown waves barely fell below her ears. She was not beautiful in the way of a noblewoman, but she had a magic about her he could not deny. The dress, clearly not tailored to her body, offered him a glimpse of her breasts as she leaned forward to place her hands on his head.

A shiver rolled across Dryston’s shoulders. He knew of the ancient Druid teachings. He knew there were some who possessed the ability to see the past or look into the future, but he had never met one before now. The gentle caress of the woman’s hands on his scalp caused his body, weary and sore from his journey, to react in ways he did not expect. As her dark eyes held his, the memory of his night with Cendra appeared in his brain.

“What is it? What do you see?” the king asked impatiently, coming down to kneel at her side.

“There is much passion,” she whispered. “There is a woman and a man. They are…” Her voice trailed off as she glanced nervously at him.

“The rebel camp, what of the rebel camp?” the king urged.

Aeglech’s fierce gaze met Dryston’s as if to intimidate him. Silently defying him, he gave over his mind to that night he’d spent with Cendra, all the pleasure he’d given and received.

The woman splayed her fingers wide over his scalp, and her soft breath caught.

“Can you see the camp?” the frustrated king prodded.

Dryston conjured delightfully lusty images of Cendra in their last moments together. So vivid were they that he began to grow hard. The witch’s eyes flew open and she stared at him. He could not help but smile as she took a step back, studying his face.

“I cannot read this man,” she declared quietly.

“What do you mean you cannot read him? You are a seer. This is your gift,” the warlord exploded. “What good are you to me if you cannot use your gift when I need it?”

A flash of concern passed through her beautiful, brown eyes. “His will is strong. It is difficult to read through such a thick head.”

Dryston waited for Lord Aeglech to order that he be hanged from the gallows or worse, tossed into the moat.

The woman’s dark eyes turned to him. “Master Balrogan will enjoy the chance to break this one.”

It was apparent that he had misjudged her.

Aeglech appeared to debate her suggestion, but nodded. He was spared, at least, for now. “Very well, take him to the dungeon and let Balrogan deal with him.”

Dryston had a feeling that things had just gone from bad to worse.


Cecile Smutty Hussy said...

Okay, I was up in the air about what book to read next... but after seeing and reading this.. I am grabbing your book and going find me a quiet spot to read it!!!
With that being said... I also aw that you accept awards.... =)
So, I have one for you at my place.
I hope you enjoy it!
Have a great weekend!!

Amanda McIntyre said...

Cecile, girl! That is no nice of you! On all counts!! LOL

I think I need to go spend some time in my hammock! (my quiet spot!) You let me know what you think!!

and I'll try to figure out the award, I am honered , thank you! LOL
OH! I thought of you yesterday! I received the GODS OF FOOTBALL calendar!! We're gearing up fro that All Hallows Eve Bash at LIT!! I'll give it away then!

have a lovely w/e!!

Amy C said...

Cecile! That sounds like an awesome idea! I'm sure you're going to love it :D.

Amanda, I wish I had a place for a hammock. That sounds lovely! I suppose one of those kinds that doesn't need any trees would work. But how nice would it be to have large enough trees in my backyard for the other kind!

Amanda McIntyre said...

HI Amy!!

I hung mine on the deck between the L of the house and the garage...In the winter I can take it down, and in the spring, I break it out! LOL
Its heavenly here today , sunny and around 67! I should be weeding! LOL

waht are you doing today?

I need to get ready to post some pics here and give away a book or two!


Cecile Smutty Hussy said...

Girl, that calendar is one hot little "big" thing!!! I will hold off on ordering to see if I can win it, and if not... then I will head back over to the Lust In Time... to get the link to order it!!!
Oh... All Hallows Eve bash.... That smells like October is on its way... I hear birthday songs.... and costumes.... and parties!!!! (Amy C and me are born on the same day!!)
You are more than welcome for the award! You have one gorgeous place!!

And... so jealous... you have a hammock! I am like Amy, wishing I had one!
Especially for days when I want to get out of the house and away from those people who call me Mom and Wife... Just for a day!!! **sigh... doesn't look hopeful, lol**

Amanda McIntyre said...

You guys have the same Birthdays!!!
It must be in the stars!! LOL

Oh yeah! you can bet we're going to have a good time come All Hallows Eve! Ive watched Bram Stoker recently and last night watched the Haunting in Connecticutt (strange movie) so you get to work on thet sequel to Lost Boys!!

Ive got to check that one out...

Cecile Smutty Hussy said...

Yea, she is a couple hours older than me!!! That has to be one of the coolest things I have learned in Blog world, is that I share a birthday with someone else so far away!

Okay... so my list include Bram Stokers and Lost Boys Sequel. I will go to the movie store tomorrow to see what I can find!! Girl, we have a date! I will go do my homework!! =)
Haunting in Connecticut... hum I am going to have to see about that.

Amy C said...

Hey! Actually, I took Devin and my mom up to Niagara Falls yesterday afternoon :). After reading your post about your trip there, I couldn't stop thinking about going to the American side, since I really had never been. And I am so glad that I did! We didn't have a whole lot of time, my mom had to be at work at 4 but we spent little over an hour there. We're going back in a few weeks so my mom can do the Cave of the WInds with Devin! All the years I'd heard about Goat Island, but I didn't know that's where you see the falls. It was a nice day. And I drove in from the 190, rather than driving the back way from home, and it was really exciting to enter the tourist area that way. First you see Canada and the mist and all that. And it was so easy! When you went, did you go over Grand Island with the two bridges? One of these days I'm going to venture to the casino with my mom for lunch :). Still haven't been there either!

Amanda McIntyre said...

Oh I bet it was beautiful up there , Amy! I'm so glad you were able to go! We didnt cross over to the Canadian side or see Goat Island either I'm afraid or at least that I'm aware of. We walked across the bridge going over the rapids to get to the Cave of the Winds..but it was raining too and we hoped that it would clear off

it did finally and while humid it was pretty nice..of course the ice cream helped! LOL

YOu'll have to let me know what Devin thinks of the Cave of the Winds!


Amy C said...

When you crossed over the bridge to do the Cave of the Winds, then you were on Goat Island! I didn't know that's what Goat Island was unitl yesterday! It was a nice day. I didn't know you had rain when you visited that day. We didn't have any of the ice cream, but we did see alot of people with cones :).

Amanda McIntyre said...

Oh! That was Goat Island! At the time, I was trying to hustle everyone over the bridge, hoping a lightening blot didnt come down and zot one of us! LOL

we hung out in the gift shops until the rain quit and then went down and got soaked at Cave of the Winds--go figure LOL

You ought to go too!! Its fantastic photography
if you just dont stop to think about it! LOL

Amy C said...

I don't know how I missed Cecile's comments up there!

Yeah, I thought it was the coolest thing to learn that Cecile and I shared the same birthday, then to learn the same year too?? That's just so odd! But very cool! Too bad we didn't live closer!