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[[Dafi]] was crying between the stout shoulders of Fyrsil and Jareth as the two knights dragged him towards [[the Hanging Tree]]. The crowd of villagers and lineage men parted for them, looking at the three men with a mix of anticipation and fear. Waiting for them in the center of the crowd [[Maelgwyn]] gave them a solemn nod and turned towards the eager crowd. “This welp is my squire… At The Battle of [[Royston in Hertford]] he failed in his duties.’’ As the word ring out the sobbing grows louder and the crowd quieter. While the two lineage men bind the squire to the ancient oak the Bulwark continues: ‘’He failed not only me but all of you… and I will not allow such flagrant cowardice to besmirch the honor of the Tarrens!’’ The whip is placed in his hands by the young teacher, the tunic is ripped from the boys back. ‘’As the holy doctrine declares he shall be punished according to the laws of Moses: 39 lashes or until he can no longer stand.’’ The flagellation goes on for what seems like an eternity and even then it feels infinitely longer for [[Dafi]]. ==Later== ‘’It was just! I counselled with Sir Leo and he said it would be a just penance.’’ ‘’It doesn't matter who you consulted husband, you were the one who carried it out!’’ It breaks my heart to see her blue eyes tear up. Sighing I sit down on the side of the bed with the world on my shoulders. Tears, like those angels weep, fall from her eyes on her simple gown. ‘’What was I supposed to do?’’ Anger flashes in the blue eyes. ‘’You should’ve let him go… simply told him he was not meant to be a knight!’’ Is this so hard for her to understand? Is her life really so far away from mine? ‘’He saved my son!’’ ‘’So you flog him? Is that your gratitude?’’ ‘’Yes, I let him become a knight!’’ Finally realisation sinks in, her face changing from anger, to relief and then… disgust. ‘’His father sent him to me to make him into a knight… and after he saved [[Bradwen]] I swore to myself that he would become one.’’ She lies down on her side of the bed and turns her back towards me, at this moment further away from me than peace. ‘’He will thank me!’’ She doesn't stirr. ‘’He will thank me…’’ [[Chillmark]] lies quiet around me, the entire household trying to ignore what they just heard. The only man that could ever understand me is buried in the crypt since years past. She will calm down, but this is hard for her. Few women can look into the world of men and not shudder.
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