The War Lord Page #2

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- I have a green cheese...

- Next time I'll hold him fast.

- Two fishes, a garlic soup...

- As he held my father.

Your father?

Taken in battle by the Frisians,

I've been told.

And stripped bare.

Most extortionate ransom.

They are a harsh people.

He came home broken and died so.

A pauper knight.

It must be hard to lose your lands,

I am sure.

We lost all.

That was a long time ago.

A lifetime.

- What were you saying?

- I said...

Tell me at table. We'll gnaw

a bone tonight and hunt tomorrow.

Thank you, my lord.

You'll enjoy our forest.

There's deer, wild fowl and tusky boar.

Off, you heathen hounds! Down!

Down! Down!

Get off! Down, dogs!

Get off! Get off!

Be still, woman. They won't hurt you.

Get off!

- She's all right.

- Counts as a kill, though!

Come on, pig girl.

It's never as bad as all that.

(Rainault) Pig girl?

No eyes in your head, man?

(Splash in river)

(Laughter)

Here's the pelt and there's the otter!

I told you, I want no trouble

with these people.

- Handle them softly, I said!

- Just what I was going to do, my lord.

You are out to hunt, dog.

Get on with it!

All of you!

(Hounds barking)

Are you hurt?

Ah, nothing much.

Say your name.

Bronwyn, my lord.

From the village?

I own the village.

I know, my lord.

What house?

Odins', my lord, the elder.

His foster child.

Speak up, girl!

May I dress myself, my lord?

Yes.

Are you going to watch me?

Yes.

- Are you cold?

- No.

Are you afraid?

- Yes.

- Why? I'm gentle with horses, hawks.

Come here.

(Bee buzzes)

- What is this?

- A wedding garland.

And you're a virgin?

Bronwyn...

What happened to you?

He did nothing.

A bee stung him.

He?

I fell in the water.

And he did nothing?

- They were hunting.

- Who?

- Lord Chrysagon.

- And he did not touch you?

Am I hurting you

by asking these questions?

Then why do you weep?

Marc, I love you.

I have since the day

your father took me in.

Stay away from him.

Yes, Marc.

Stay away from him!

(Chirruping)

(Raucous laughter)

God's great fist, I can see him!

My lord and brother!

Planting himself in front of her

and staring her down.

Giving her battle orders:

"You go! Wheel around!

"Keep your flanks covered!

Pull up your breastplate!

"Your rear echelon's exposed!"

(Crockery clatters)

You have not had

the shirt off your back

and that is why the wound frets you.

Frets me?

You fret me like an old woman.

I told you, it's a scratch, nothing more.

Fester, then.

Enflame.

- You have a fever, brother?

- Can't sleep.

Maybe you took it from that girl.

At the pond.

What's she like?

Oh...I don't know. A woman...

Tan hair, breasts, belly, legs...

A woman.

She has a calm face.

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