Snippet #828683

Martin’s eyes narrowed a bit as he listened to the old blind man talk of the new King, and grew wary from the sound of him. He had not yet met this new king, but he did not like the sound of him. Greed and violence at the innocent’s expense, wasn’t that what he was returning home to leave behind in the Holy Lands?

“Well I think they be heroes good man. A woman I met nary a shire south told tale her husband been sized by the king for not havin proper money to pay taxes. The blackguard would’ve seen him hang if not for the ghosts. A bit shaken he was, but right as rain!” Lillian recalled in a bright voice. “And I heard tale from her daughter that the ghosts were all rather handsome as well as courageous. True or not, I think it adds a little something to the tale.” She said with a far more mischievous smile.

“Well for all our sakes, I hope the accounts are highly exaggerated. I’ve long grown weary of fighting wars for other men’s greed.” Martin replied on a far more somber note as her returned to the horse to put his water skin back in his satchel bag, Lillian watching him as he left before turning back to Robert.

“He wouldn’t, especially not for land.” Lillian assured in a quietly confident voice. “He’s a hero too ye see. Saved me from diein’ like a dog on the side of the road, and hunted down the rats that put me there.” Lillian said, and a much darker look past across her eyes briefly before she brightened again, though whispered a bit with a look towards Martin before continuing. “And her,” She referred to Zahra, who still sat on the horse. “She’s the daughter of the Arab that held Milord captive for two long years in the Holy lands. When he was rescued by our armies, the Arab died; he could have killed her ye see, take his revenge and all that, but instead he’s protectin her as a ward. Repayin’ a debt for not killin him right off. At least that’s what I gathered.” Lillian recounted.