Denholm

((The kin members do not feel happy continuing writing the series of battles in this planned story line at the moment, due to world events. This is a short winding up of the tale so far. Others may post their summary as well. Further writing after the summaries will focus on more peaceful matters. )) 

I ride to Bancross, trusted Ealdbriht as my solitary guard. Better one who will stand with me than five, any of whom may stab me in the back. 

Too Late?

Have I left it too late?

Hild shielded the candle flame with her hand, to lessen its light, as she peered round the door. She did not want to wake Brona from her sleep. She just wanted to check. To make sure she was actually there, back in her own bed. 

What sort of man am I become, that lies and false promises drip from my quill and from my tongue? I was raised to hold honour highly, to speak truth, or not at all. I was raised to hold to my word, to keep any oaths I uttered, any promises I made.

For what is a man without his honour? 

Denholm, Captain of the Garrison at Bancross,

Again this be delivered to you by my man Ealdbriht, who you now recognise well. 

This story continues from The Bancross Mystery: Armament, part one.