I took two days off this week, one for the 4th of July and the other to work on another little project I have in mind, but here are some new sentences for the other days of the week, all from The Lady and the Minstrel.
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)
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