Medieval Monday, autumn-style

WEEK 10

Another week of Medieval Monday!

Check out Medieval Romance Lovers as we share in the fall theme of "Nature" in our excerpts from our medieval stories. You’ll see weekly snippets each Monday on our blogs. And since I live in New England, home to memorable fall foliage, I will continue to try to post some photos! This week, though, is a map from my book. The trilogy spans across northern England, the Highlands, and west to the isles.

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This week’s snippet…

Set-up:

Domhnall is a Seer who descends from powerful Ancients with mystical abilities. He suffers from terrible visions of the Sight, an affliction that comes with each touch, except with Rosalie. He is taking Rosalie on a stroll through the village. They come upon the loch shore and he suggests they collect pebbles for her necklace-making. Rosalie is a crafter and fortune-teller, scrimping to make ends meet and support her uncle and aunt, but she is also on the run from a vengeful noblewoman not pleased with her readings. She tells lies for a living. Domhnall believes her to be a true seer.

This week’s snippet…

Illumination filled his mind. His thoughts had been elsewhere during Aileana’s celebration, but he recalled an Englishwoman among the guests. She had been in the castle. “Tell me about her.”
Rosalie bit her lip. His legs fought him, told him to pace, untangle the mess by movement, but he made them stand still.
“Aunt Nelda used to work in her castle—a tower house on the border—in the kitchen. She came to our shop a few times, for readings. She’d heard of my abilities. Are you familiar with the Despensers?”
“No.”
“Many barons with powerful allies led a revolt against King Edward and Hugh Despenser after the king took their land. There was, and still is, much strife in England. One of the men in the opposition was Warden Brantingham of the marches, the lady’s husband. The lady, hmm, she’s not on amicable terms with her husband either. There’s no love in their union. My vision showed him dying in the conflict. Instead, his sons died in battle, and he returned home. She was furious. Came to our shop, hurt Os.” She lowered her voice to but a whisper. “We left and moved to Edinburgh.”

Stay Tuned….