An excerpt from my sequel the Wolf Banner
I am currently working on the first edit of the sequel to my book Sons of the Wolf The Wolf Banner. Here is a little excerpt form it
“He suffers, my lord. A soul in torment. Nary a word has he spoken since that day,” she continued. Her gaze alternated between him and the ground; when she spoke, it met his and when she paused or hesitated, it was cast downwards.
“Then why would he do such a thing…for me…for Winflaed, when he has been caused so much hurt?”
“Because you saved his little sister….from the fire.” She went to the cart and lifted out a little dark-haired child. “Remember her? You risked your life to save her. Now he risks his life to come here and give you back your child.” The little girl was now an infant of four, with Helghi’s dark curls and eyes. She had the haunted look of a child who lived constantly in fear.
Wulfhere nodded. A memory of that night came flooding back in a torrent of images. He stood for a moment gazing at the woman holding her child, and in his mind’s eye he saw the scene as if it were happening then. He had just handed over the child to her grateful mother’s arms. He watched as she walked away. From where he sat, slumped on the grass as flames from the burning building blazed around him, he’d caught her glancing back at him, mouthing ‘thank you’. The same sense of peace that had breezed through him that night touched him again. He was transported back in time and he remembered how he had felt when he saw her clutching her child, safe from harm, knowing that it was because of him that the little mite lived.
“He suffers, my lord. A soul in torment. Nary a word has he spoken since that day,” she continued. Her gaze alternated between him and the ground; when she spoke, it met his and when she paused or hesitated, it was cast downwards.
“Then why would he do such a thing…for me…for Winflaed, when he has been caused so much hurt?”
“Because you saved his little sister….from the fire.” She went to the cart and lifted out a little dark-haired child. “Remember her? You risked your life to save her. Now he risks his life to come here and give you back your child.” The little girl was now an infant of four, with Helghi’s dark curls and eyes. She had the haunted look of a child who lived constantly in fear.
Wulfhere nodded. A memory of that night came flooding back in a torrent of images. He stood for a moment gazing at the woman holding her child, and in his mind’s eye he saw the scene as if it were happening then. He had just handed over the child to her grateful mother’s arms. He watched as she walked away. From where he sat, slumped on the grass as flames from the burning building blazed around him, he’d caught her glancing back at him, mouthing ‘thank you’. The same sense of peace that had breezed through him that night touched him again. He was transported back in time and he remembered how he had felt when he saw her clutching her child, safe from harm, knowing that it was because of him that the little mite lived.
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