9
The abbey stood on the curve of a lazy village road, golden fields. A peaceful place, but the closer I got, the more my skin crawled, though, that could be the Grey Men’s horrible touch.
My captors hadn’t worked to subdue me, but they hadn’t needed to. One had pointed at my skull and given me a throbbing headache, and I’d dare not try anything else, lest they try to knock me unconscious. If I stayed alert, perhaps I could escape or fight.
I hung onto the staff. They hadn’t wanted to touch it, but Yseult’s gift had done nothing to protect me.
And so, resigned to my fate, I didn’t struggle. I’d never seen so many of my enemy in one place. Fitting, as they were leading me to my final resting place.
The contingent of Grey Men guided me down the road towards the stone building. We arrive
