valarltd | Kicking off ALL IN THE MERRY GREENWOOD

I was up too late, but I have an icon!

nbrooks, my co-author made it. Alas, there are extremely few pictures of Jamie Campbell Bower on the intratubes. (Why is this?) So Marion's hed is pasted on, yay.

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Limoges France 1199

The tent stank of death. Sir David ducked under the flap to where the king lay, wishing his mail didn't rattle so loudly. It was unseemly in this solemn place.
Richard, his mangled arm covered by a sheet, beckoned him in close. No other soldiers or courtiers attended them on this grave business.

"Love,” the king rasped. “I have a duty for you.”

"Command me, my lord king. I will obey.”

Richard clasped David's hand with his good left one. “So formal now, when the Great Judge makes all men equal?”

David brought the royal hand to his lips and kissed it, lingering over the scarred knuckles. “Anything you ask of me, my love.”

"My son is in England.”

"Nay, love. Phillip lies still in Cognac yet, with his wife, your ward.”

Richard blanched with pain and David could smell the gangrene working in him. “Another. A very young one, a year, maybe two. You'll find him in Guildford, near London. His mother has the most amazing green eyes. Keep him safe.” He shuddered.

"Her name, my lord?”

Richard waved him away weakly. “Mother. Where is mother?”

David saw he would get no more information. He bent and kissed his dying lover. “I will keep your boy safe, love.”

"By any means, David. Any means.” Richard waved a hand to a chest on the table. “Safe passage. Go quickly.” Queen Eleanor came into the tent and Richard reached out to her. “Mother.”

"Yes, my lord king. Until I bear arms beside you in the army of St Michael as we battle the Dragon.” David bowed to them both, scooped up the chest and nearly fled the place where Death breathed down his shoulder.