The Dark Lord's First Christmas by Kathryn Le Veque

Author:Kathryn Le Veque [Veque, Kathryn Le]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Medieval
Published: 2018-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

Part Three: An Angel Found Me In The Snow

He could hear the wind screaming and a fire gently cracking.

As Jax slowly emerged from unconsciousness, he was aware of those two sounds. He thought he also heard voices but when he stirred, the voices stopped. Blackness claimed him again and then he abruptly awoke to more of the howling winds.

Opening one eye, he could see that he was on the floor, but he wasn’t laying on the dirt. He was on a hide of some kind because the fur was tickling his nose as he lay on his belly, nearly face-down into it. He stirred again, this time to roll onto his side, but the moment he turned his head, pain began throbbing madly in his skull. Closing his eyes, he lifted a big hand and put it to his head.

“Are ye awake?”

He opened his eyes again only to come face-to-face with big blue eyes and a freckled nose. Blinking, he pulled back slightly to see the entire picture; it was a lad, and a young one, with the biggest eyes he’d ever seen and a gap-toothed grin.

He blinked his eyes again.

“I am not sure,” he said thickly, his tongue dry.

The boy looked at him with confusion. “But ye’re talking!”

“That does not mean I am awake.” He grunted as he tried to move again. “I could be dead and you could be a devil. What is your name, Devil?”

The boy sat back on his heels, eyeing him. “Andrew. Who are ye?”

Jax sighed heavily, as his head was killing him and he genuinely had no idea what had happened. As he struggled with the boy’s question, a man appeared next to the boy.

“I’m Andrew’s father,” he said, peering down at Jax with concern. “I’m Albie. We found ye out in the forest, lying in the snow, and brought ye back tae our home. Can ye move, man?”

Jax managed to open his eyes again, looking at the man next to Andrew. He was small, wiry-looking, with big eyes and a mat of dark hair on his head. The hand on his head began rubbing at it.

“Found me in the snow?” he repeated, trying to recall his last coherent memory. “I was attacked, then.”

Albie shook his head. “Nay,” he said. “The ice from the trees hit ye. Hit ye so hard that it dented yer helm. We had a time getting it off of ye.”

Jax struggled through the cobwebs in his mind. He could recall the village and stealing the Christmas decorations, and he also remembered Denedor making him give them back. Damn Denedor. And he remembered telling his men to strip boughs from the trees to return to Pelinom, but nothing after that. He began to look around.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“Late,” Albie said. “It was dark long ago. We were wondering if ye were going tae wake up at all. Ye’ve got a lump on yer head the size of a hen’s egg.”

Jax began running his hand over his head, immediately feeling the bump on the right side of his head, almost at the top of it.

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