The Man In The Red Cloak, hunched over a wooden table, readied his poison. With gloved hands, he carefully placed three glass vials upon the table. They clinked lightly together, and he froze. But the vials did not break. He sighed relief and finished the preparations for his journey. His lair had been carved deep into the face of a rocky crag. As he walked around his laboratory, his crimson cloak dragged in the damp earth of the cave floor. He hummed to himself as he toiled. He wrapped each glass vial in sheepskin. When he was certain there was…
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The Viking And The Moor: Chapter Seven
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…
