Friday, May 16, 2014

Alíenor 16

16
The week dragged on, but somehow I made it to our departure day.
For the first three hours of the two-day journey, I sang every song I knew at least a dozen times. My tutor complained several times about the noise, and I was not certain Laird Arisaig was that happy, but I didn't care.
I really was acting for myself. When you know that you are likely going to your death, you must lie to yourself somehow.
I couldn't let them suspect the reasons I was frightened. If they did, well… off to the guillotene with me.
We would arrive the next day- and I would face the danger of Llyn Idwal.

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