Einion paused, only now just realizing that the young man before him would follow him, that he did indeed view him as their lord, as did all of the villagers waiting to fight by his side. They looked to him, and waited for him to enter the hall that was rightfully his.
Einion, Lucius and the others picked up baskets that were brought by the others of their group, and lined up to flow into the hall.
As they approached, Einion looked up at the low, wind-battered roof, remembered how many times he had walked through that doorway for celebrations with his family, and his people. Now, he was going in to avenge the wrong done to all of them, an event that had torn his and Briana’s lives to bloody pieces. He gripped the basket of apples tightly, but was keenly aware of the sword and daggers hid
