They buried the children at dawn. The work was solemn, and the going was slow. They had but one sharpened pick amongst them for digging the frozen soil. They took turns wielding it. With a bucket, they scooped the turned dirt beside the shoreline where the bodies of the children lay. The Moor wept sporadically but didn’t break down and didn’t speak. She worked faster and more vigorously than either of the men did, eager to finish the excruciating task as soon as possible. Once the graves were dug, they wrapped the children in linen. They placed the bodies carefully…
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The Viking And The Moor: Chapter Six
They sipped tea by the light of the fire in The Priest’s hut. The flames cast their shadows upon the stone walls. The Moor stared at the shadows for a long while and did not speak. The Priest and The Viking sat uncomfortably. They were unsure how to proceed. Minutes stretched into hours as they drank cup after cup of tea. The men passed a pipe between them. The Moor abstained. In fact, she made no movements or gestures whatsoever. She was impossible for them to read. She simply stared at the shadows and into the fire. Eventually The Priest…
