Chapter 9 The Feast

The first jeer came before I had even sat down.

“Mind the bench, lads!” someone shouted from the warriors’ tables as I climbed to the high table. “It’s only oak!”

Laughter rippled down the hall. I knew that voice. Jory Thorne, a warrior’s son with a loud mouth and a louder laugh, who would one day t...

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