I'm afraid that "life" interfered this week, and I only got four days of writing in on The Lady and the Minstrel. Here is a sampling of what I accomplished.
Monday: “Well, that
was an ugly scene. You’d think after nearly fifty years, I’d be accustomed to
watching a Plantagenet swearing and blaspheming and frothing at the mouth while
he destroyed the furniture with his bare hands and threatened to lop a man’s head
from his shoulders.”
Tuesday: ’Twas not
the first time Gunthar had tried to lure him into talking of Marguerite. As
always, Robert dodged.
Wednesday: And
Robert continued to wonder what Gunthar would do when his vassal finally
pointed a condemning finger at Gunthar’s secretary and asked his liege lord to
fulfill his own feudal obligations by sending his “property” back to Beck
Manor.
Thursday: Richard
gave Robert a playful jostle with his elbow before slurping his stew rather
noisily.
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