Tullymullagh—April 1172
Tullymullagh—April 1172’Twas Easter Sunday at Tullymullagh, the promise of spring in the air and the first hint of green tinting the ground. The sun shone with vigor, the birds had begun to sing. ’Twas a season of rebirth and renewal, a time of reaffirming bonds betwixt lord and tenant.
Brianna and Luc, recently returned from Llanvelyn, strolled from the village chapel through the throngs of villagers. The walls had been completed beneath Uther’s supervision this winter, much to Brianna’s relief. Now all followed the pair to the hall, bearing customary gifts of eggs, chattering merrily, all eagerly anticipating the hearty feast the Lord and Lady of Tullymullagh would grant their tenants.
Indeed, the most tempting scents carried from the kitchens into the bailey.
