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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
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Stephen of Scarborough (Part Twenty-One)

After a very long wait.  Here is part twenty-one! 🙂


“Stephen,” Marion stepped back onto the balcony, holding a six foot long yew bow.  The flax bow string was pulled taut between the top and bottom nocks, just waiting to be drawn.  My hands seemed to move towards the bow on their own accord, itching to take hold of it once again. I recalled the days spent in target practice, releasing one arrow after another.  I went to take the bow but Marion drew back a step, taking it from my groping fingers.

“Stephen,” She looked straight at me, her dark blue eyes searching my face.  “There, there’s more.”

I frowned, “More what?”

“More, news.  The Sherriff is threatening to take our land if we cannot pay the debts and as I told you, father is nearly bankrupt so…”  She paused.

“What is it Marion?”  I stepped up to her and laid my hands on her shoulders.

Looking up at me she said, “Father has engaged me to Hugh de Gascur.”

I released her and sprang back, “A Norman?”

“He is very wealthy and will help father to…”

“A Norman?!”

“Stephen, please.”  Marion moved towards me, “Father had no choice.”

“But you do.  How can you simply accept this?  You, of Saxon and Welsh blood agreeing to marry a Norman?!”

“You’re forgetting something Stephen,” Marion’s gaze bored into me like two streams of fire.  “A drop of Norman blood runs in both our veins.  No matter how hard you deny it, it’s there.”

“A drop,” I huffed, “A drop from a great-grandfather who died in the first Crusade, thousands of miles from home.”  I snatched the bow from Marion. 

“A drop Marion, is nothing.”

Marion glared at me, “Be gone!  The both of you!”  She turned on her heals and fled inside.

“Well,” William said coming to stand beside me.  “Now I see the family resemblance.”

“We’re leaving.”  I pulled the bow over my head, letting it rest on my shoulder.   


“Back to Sherwood.”

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  1. Daniel

     /  June 23, 2010

    Gah.. I want to know more!!! (aka.. you have me hook, line, and sinker on this story. 😉 )

  2. WOW – part 21? Have you ever considered… posting everyday? 😉 Wednesdays just come too slowly… 😀

    • storygirl308

       /  June 24, 2010

      I could post more throughout the week… just depends on if I have time. We’ll see. 🙂


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