Here is a sampling from my writing sessions of The Lady and the Minstrel this week.
Monday: At least he had slowed the devilry against Gunthar, though Robert knew he had not stopped it.
Tuesday: It was fear, not doubt that smothered you, like it smothered your family and everyone else on he manor
Wednesday: Robert saw the gleam dim in those gloating eyes as it always did when Robert had the audacity to address his “master” by the familiar diminutive that should have been reserved only to Kit’s family and friends.
Thursday: The trap was springing shut and Robert had no way to stop it.
Friday: “Yet you told me most of the barber’s story as though you had heard it from his own lips.” Or invented it yourself.