Monday: Richard pushed a piece of dry bread through the gravy that had congealed on his plate during his absence in the tent, but he made no attempt to raise the grease-clumped morsel to his mouth.
Tuesday: The knight rolled off his stool as Robert’s hand coiled away, the torchlight catching the whites of the dead man’s eyes and the hilt of the dagger thrust into his back.
Wednesday: . Gunthar thought he heard a grunt, but Roger was shouting over it—“Hie hie hie! To Gunthar! To the earl!”—as he rattled about for a light source on the table next to the cot.
Thursday: (Took off the 4th of July)
Friday: Gunthar did not know how he did it, but the minstrel somehow wrestled himself free. From the way one of his knights lurched sideways and another stumbled back with his chin in the air, Gunthar guessed a push and possibly a punch were involved, but Robert moved too fast to be sure how he did it.
Saturday: (worked on formatting a different project)