The Golden Oath
The iron was cold. It had been cold for three days, ever since the forge had gone silent. Sir Aldric held it in his left hand, the metal biting into his palm. He did not look at the blade. He looked at the door. It was a heavy oak door, banded with rivets. It stood in the center of the keep’s great hall. Beyond it, the village waited. Beyond the village, the court. Beyond the court, the King’s...
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