Thursday, July 26, 2007

559: Feeling old. Again.

Count Mortimer pines

That Brian, who's been raiding here and there on the borders of my lord Arthur Pendragon's kingdom, this spring struck in Anglia. Oh, how I wish I could go out and kick his ass! But all the companions of my youth are dead save one, the Great Duke, whom I have not seen since the battle before the gates of Sarum four years past.

Another damp winter, another round of fevers, this time striking my daughter and new daughter-in-law. Both recovered, though one of the little ones did not.

Sir Bors came back. Reynaud and I are riding to court next week to hear his tale.

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