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The Tale of Lady Spite

Copyright © 2009 by Brent Knowles

This story was originally published in Tales of the Talisman Volume 5 Issue #2.

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The Tale of Lady Spite

Loreth walked quickly even though her legs had long since grown numb from the cold. Each step sent spirals of dry snow into the air as she marched against the river's flow. Gren trudged along behind her. Weighed down by the heavy pack he sank deep into the snow that covered the trail and looked more like a miserable mule than a young man.

To lift both their spirits and to keep them focused on why they had left their village, she sang, though she doubted Gren heard much over the load roaring of the river, "'Simple John, he danced no more, for chains did bind him to a cold river’s floor. And one last time he tried-'"

A loud wail interrupted her, the scream louder even than the clamoring of the river. She turned to Gren and paled when she saw him cringe in fear. Any of the other village lads would have been a braver companion, but nothing she offered could convince them to travel with her into the mountains and nothing had been all Gren had needed.

Recovering herself and forcing a smile, Loreth said, "I guess we're heading the right way."

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