Back to Chapter 28 - The beginning of the Chronicles of the Midlands starts with the First chapter of The Slave Warrior
The Harvest Moon was full and red. It looked like it wanted to take up half the night sky.
There had been harvests thruout the Summer, but the big grain harvest and the apple harvest were coming to a peak. There would still be work, in the fields, in the streams, in the woods. Tonight, the only thing being harvested was debauchery.
Fires were spread as far as the watch on the top of the Salam-Dir keep could see. Each was a small gathering, a party that would flow and ebb to the next fire under the red moon. Song could be heard drifting up to the walkway, the protectors on duty wishing their relief would get there early, their reliefs knowing they would be late.
A touch of chill was in the air that night, the fires not just for companionable light. Capes and ale were openly shared between many. It had been a hard week of work and through the tiredness, most were playing hard.
Clothing had started to come off even before the evening meal had come to a close, the Great Hall having several secreted studded oranges appear, leading to faces in cleavage within a few passes. On Lady Hellon’s Hill, the scene was similar and even the soldiers opened their tents for guests of any kind. »Read More