Dawn Wind

Cover Dawn Wind
Genres: Fiction
No wind arose, only men and hounds grew older.
A spring evening came, when all across the marsh the hawthorn was in flower, the scent of it coming and going on the soft damp air, breathing in at the open house-place doorway to mingle with the tang of wood smoke and the all-pervading fish-reek of the eels smoking over the hearth.
Owain, sitting at the lower end with Gyrth and Caedman, the two half-bred farm thralls, looked up from the flail whose leather hinge he was renewing, and glanced about him in the light of the seal-oil lamp on the roof-beam. The whole household were gathered about the hearth after the evening food, the master of the house and his thralls alike busy with the making and mending of harness and farm gear, Athelis the mistress sitting with her stool turned to catch the best light, finishing off the hanging ends of the piece of blue and brown striped cloth that she had cut from the loom that morning, while a little behind her the bondwoman, sleeves rolled to her shou
...lders, ground the next day’s barley-meal in the stone quern.MoreLess
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