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.
When we last left Denis, he figured he hadn’t much time left to live. He knows his prince won’t ransom him. And he stands before the enemy king, who somehow knows exactly who Denis is.
Denis de Mont, Soleil d’Or Herald, straightened to his full height. “I will speak his name, Sire, if you wish it.”
“I wish it.” The king stepped closer to the body, closer to Denis. “He was Robert Smith of Hunting.”
No title. Denis knelt once more before the dead man, this time he reached through aether to touch the Rampant Dragon Herald’s book. A peal like that of a bell rang through Denis’s mind and the book opened its pages to him. He striped off his glove, touched the icy hard flesh of the dead, and spoke in Angth. “Robert Smith of Hunting, killed on the fields of Varlane this ninth day of Setun’s month, be remembered.”