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I am continuing snippets from my new medieval romance set in fourteenth century England in and around my hometown of Reading. By the time you read this, I’ll be doing some field research over the same days as in this story – mid July to early August.
Audrey, my heroine, countered the attack of a robber, and met the hero, Selwyn Drake, the Sheriff’s bailiff.
You can read last week’s snippet here – https://auroraspringer.blogspot.com/2019/07/lord-williams-bailiff-snippet-from.htmlAudrey and Selwyn have introduced themselves. Note, the tawdry woman was around earlier but I cut those sentences.
Please excuse my irregular punctuation.
The tawdry woman interrupted, clutching at the bailiff’s cloak and whining, “He took my purse,” she fluttered her eyelashes and plumped her bosom.
A frown flicked across his sun-browned face, and I guessed Master Drake was not impressed by her bountiful attractions; he was intent on his business of ridding the streets of criminals.
One of his men offered a bag to the sheriff’s bailiff, “We found this pouch under the thief’s coat.”
Untying the bag, Master Drake rolled down the top to expose the contents, four leather purses of different sizes and a red velvet pouch. He glanced at the buxom woman and cocked an eyebrow, “Which purse do you claim?”
Her brows crinkled in concentration and she spoke quickly, “The red one.”
Weighing the pouch in the palm of his hand, he asked, “How many coins did you have?”
After a suspicious hesitation, she rushed out, “Mayhap five gold coins,” - a wild guess in my opinion, and far too much wealth to match her shabby garb.
“You are mistaken; this purse cannot belong to you,” he said in a grave tone. He tucked the bag under his elbow, and emptied the contents of the velvet pouch onto his hand; a set of small shiny stones, diamonds or similar precious gems, sparkled in his palm.
New Draft Blurb:
In fourteenth century Britain, Dame Audrey cherishes her independence as the widow of a wealthy cloth merchant. But the guild elders covet her profitable business and she fears they will invoke the Abbot’s authority to compel her to marry a man of their choice. Her lively spirit revolts against becoming the property of a cruel husband. While on a pilgrimage to pray for guidance, Audrey aids the dying victim of a brutal robbery. She wins the stranger’s blessing and a gold brooch with a green dragon. Back in her hometown, the faerie brooch attracts trouble from thieves of all ranks and the attentions of a handsome yeoman, Selwyn Drake. Can the magic brooch help Audrey evade the schemes to force her into wedlock or must she submit to a husband’s will?
I’m still editing the story, although I hope to publish it in a few weeks.
|Church tower and 14th century dovecote at Avebury|
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