Historical Fiction

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The second in the Sword trilogy Returns the twins of the doomed Robert and Estelle from exile. Now grown they return to face the same enemy who destroyed their parents.

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..........Leon, requiring a document from the large chest, grinned with amusement as he opened it and saw the contents. He picked out the cause of his merriment and lifting it in triumphant display said. "Is this not the cloak you have searched for since before we were married?" "Oh," She gasped delightedly, "You have found it." Then her delight froze on her face in telling guilt as Leon lifting it, caused certain contents to fall from its pocket. Tiny remnants of a broken cross scattered at his feet. Consternation filled his face as he saw the pieces and stooped to pick them up. The import of the circumstance to his wife registered a cold drenching through his frame. Horrified, she stared at the stern visage of the man who only seconds since had grinned in delighted love at her. He set down the cloak and with the small offenders in his hand, approached her. Elaine's heart beat an irregular tattoo, as she felt the earlier peace and tranquility dissolve rapidly. "Elaine, what is this?" His hand held out the broken pieces of wood. The tone of his voice stopping her heart. Numb she gazed at how lost they appeared in his huge hand. "What does this mean Elaine?" He pressed. She blinked, her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her mind ran back to the cries of 'heretic, witch!', she saw Meg's lined face. Could she lie, say it had gotten broken by mistake? Too late, her own reaction had alerted him to a wrong. "Elaine, I am waiting." His voice a little terse at her delay. She, startled, flinched at his insistence, she felt sick. "It is nothing ... I...nothing." Her voice sinking weakly. "Nothing? Elaine, I am no victim of the church, but unless this is caused by accident, I believe it to smack of blasphemy."...........................