December 26, 1371
December 26, 1371St. Stephen’s Day, Feast day of Saint Dionysius
St. Stephen’s Day, Feast day of Saint DionysiusI awakened to find my cheeks tight with dried tears and sunlight streaming through the east windows. The air was cold and crisp. Much refreshed, I lay abed and savored the fleeting shards of my dream. I assumed that I had pleasured myself in the night, for I was languid and sated.
But then, I smelled an earthly scent that was not my own, a scent that had not been there the night before. I smelled it despite the locked doors separating me from the keep, despite the greater barriers between myself and the gates of hell.
I smelled Merlyn.
Or more precisely, I smelled Merlyn’s seed. And it was then that I knew that I was no widow, for Merlyn was not dead.
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