Epilogue
The abbey sat on the edge of a lazy curve in the road to the village. A young woman walked the path, the setting sun burnishing her hair. Something moved in the shadows of the woods, and with a fearful look, she scuttled up to the great iron bound door, and disappeared inside.
Deeper inside the woods, rank upon rank of warriors stood waiting and watching.
“This the place where the women are kept?” one asked the scout.
“It is,” the scout answered. “And tonight, we take them.”
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