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‘’QUIET!’’ The flock of ravens that had been picking away on the carcass of the sheep took to the grey skies at the sound of Lord Chilmark’s booming voice and the eyes of the gathered peasants turned to him. ‘’There is no proof of what you speak of… until the next Court I want to hear nothing of it.’’ The grubby men from Hillside nodded approvingly towards the more bitter shepherds of [[Sutton]] who grumblingly gripped their staffs and turned away their gazes. The small mob of men were about to disperse until they one after another froze as they heard the sound of galloping hooves. [[Maelgwyn]] saw him first and begrudgingly turned his horse to greet his approaching neighbor; a heathen man he never seemed to agree with. ‘’Greetings Gorfydd; another sheep is dead and…’’ The broad shouldered heathen held up his hand as he dismounted, begging [[Maelgwyn]] to be quiet. He stood close to his peasantry and spoke to them in a hushed voice, moving his hand inquisitively over the wounded man’s head. ‘’He woke up like that… said someone attacked him, milord’’ Gorfydd eyes were filled with anger as they met Maelgwyns but his demeanor betrayed little of what he was thinking. ‘’Greetings lord [[Chillmark]]. A right mess your peasants seemed to have caused this time.’’ The lack of pleasantries surprised [[Maelgwyn]] but he ignored it. He could understand the man’s frustrations just as he hoped Gorfydd would understand his. But the comment nevertheless put him on edge. ‘’My peasants? It seems like it’s yours that see imaginary foes wherever they turn… even managing to get attacked by them!’’ As his peasants laughed around him and as Gorfydd face slowly turned crimson he knew he had made a big mistake. He knew he would regret those words soon enough and he cursed his quick tongue. ‘’Imaginary? Four sheep’s dead and now this?! You say that some ghost did it? No, this is something from your side of the river.’’ Gorfydd pointed towards the windy hill where [[Chillmark]] lay just across the frothing and gurgling Nader. ‘’Ghosts or spirits; whatever you people call it. I’m done here, bring it before the hundred court if you want to… otherwise keep me out of this matter’’ There was nothing to be gained here thought [[Maelgwyn]]. Only more frustration and anger, better too calm down and speak of it later. To this day no one but [[Maelgwyn]] are sure they heard Gorfydd whispered remark. Some say the lord simply looked for any excuse to fight his heathen neighbor but whatever the case nothing would ever be the same between them. ‘’With a man like that no wonder the [[lady]] suffers…’’ Afterwards [[Maelgwyn]] said he remembered little of the scrambling fight on the muddy field, just that there was a lot of broken bones, missing teeth and shouting.
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