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B. Had been frugal. The land she owned she transferred to the farming families through legal documents and full rights therein. She didn't agree with the serf and lord idea, so she thumbed her nose at it. She kept the small castle. A tower containing a hall and rooms with a few outhouses and this and that, and a moat. Up by the moors she rode or walked in the days, the wind blowing her lashes and cloak, cheeks made pink as cloudy skies at sunset. The horse rested by a small bridge over a burn, while B. sat on the parapet and watched a grebe on the black, swirling water below. Her teeth ached and her scalp itched. She scratched at her neck and turned to look up the valley, where several figures had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Cripes, she whispered then quickly grabbing her helmet and dirk from the stone ledge where she had lain them, she mounted and urged the horse to a canter, then to a full gallop down the path heading for a clump of pine and bog oak two bundred or so yards distant. Turning to see if she had been spotted, she saw sun glinting on pewter helmets and the flash of spear tips, horses now rearing as riders changed direction towards her. Urging the mare on she gained reach of the cover of the trees and turned up and to the right. Jumping a stone wall she then dismounted and pulled the horse into the shadows of a clump of hawthorn. Crouching she held her breath and remained still. Whispering in the ear of the mare to calm the creature she then tried to gather her thoughts, but the sound of the approaching horsemen distracted from this and the best she could do was to try her best to elude her pursuers. Luckily the sound of hooves carried on then receded into the distance. Now the shit has hit the fan she thought and with a shit-fuck-bugger she leaped on neddy and headed for the tower at best pace, crows flapping and twites flashing their rumps as they sensed something was amiss. Two rabbits loped off and a hare merely stayed put where he lay in his cosy grass bed. His nose twitched and his eyes, which were a golden amber, reflected the long grass and heather and he stirred not a whisker in the pale afternoon sun...
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