After a long hiatus - too long, I know - I am resuscitating this blog to post, among other things, snippets of my writing. This is the new beginning
This is a part of a longer story I am working on. The Brothers of the Sword led by the Prince Bishop Albert, and Pope Honorius III’s Legate, William of Modena have just completed a march across the frozen Bay of Riga to attack the pirates living on the Oesel Islands. This is their first morning after making landfall.
The first warning of the day to come, a thin line of lurid pink had just begun to tint the sky, when we were wakened for Lauds. That evil tone wrapped itself around the flat plain of our encampment like a noose about to strangle us all. We assembled groggy, shaking bad dreams and night dust from our eyes, falling to our knees at the Prince Bishop’s imperious command.
Lacking a proper chalice, Bishop Alert pulled a silver object from under his cloak – a silver beaker – raising it aloft as he began the recitations preparing us to partake of the Lord’s Blood before advancing into battle. The sun appearing over the far horizon, flashed just at the same moment, bathing the beaker in fire and blood. The blaze seared my eyes and I bent my neck, wondering whose blood and how many deaths would ensue in the cleansing fire of Albert’s fury.