The Golden Oath
The sparrow sat in Aldous’s cupped hands. It was small, a thing of gray feathers and sharp, black eyes. It did not sing. It only watched him. Aldous looked up. The hall was silent. The torches on the walls cast long, wavering shadows against the stone. He held his hands out to the King. "Here," Aldous said. His voice was low. It did not shake. "I bring you a gift." King Edward did not look at...
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