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.
