SFF Saturday is a group of authors who post snippets of SFF prose and poetry for comment. You can check out other SFF Saturday posts, too.
My snippet is another few lines from a work in progress called Herald (at the moment). Eventually, the project be a fantasy loosely based on the Hundred Years War, but it’s in the very early draft stages.
I’ve put all the previous snippets together here, if you need to catch up.
When we last saw Denis and the enemy King of Angth, Denis had just encountered a corpse of a fellow countryman, only he doesn’t know the man’s name.
This time, Denis had to place both of his hands on the ground to steady his shaking body. “I don’t know him,” he whispered to the earth.
“Then we move on,” the king said.
Denis shook his head, just enough to indicate his defiance. Rough hands gripped Denis’s arm and yanked him upward.
“On your feet.” A gruff voice, unlike the King’s. One of his guards, then.
“Soft, William. Let him be.”