ASIN: B00FGY6EDC
Publisher: unknown
Pages: 44
She had one lasts thing to do, the embroidered coverlet for her lover’s bridal bed. In a few days time Sir Gruron and his bride, La Coudre, The Hawthorn Tree, would come home after their marriage. Then La Frayn, The Ash Tree, her duties done, could leave once her choice was made. Become an enclosed anchorite, the property of slimy Sir Reinald, or . . .This longish short story of about 10,500 words is set in the late twelfth century.Here’s how the story begins:She left the door open behind her and laid the embroidered coverlet by the bed. The room still smelled of her master and she tried hard to keep the flood of memories at bay.The window glass sparkled and was the hall’s greatest treasure. Other windows, and there weren’t many, only had wood shutters. The small panes of glass weren’t clear and obscured the light somewhat, but the light they let through glimmered like on a clear autumn ...
