Outside the walls of Castlemuir ~ March 1202 TESS STUMBLED running through the wood. Blinded by terror, mute with panic, the sound of fire crackled behind herâ€”the village was burning to the ground. She heard the screams of women and men being murdered or captured. Tree branches caught and pulled at her long black hair, tearing it out at the roots but she dared not slow down. One of the raiders had marked her escape and was hard on her heels.
|Soldier by Catherine Lloyd|