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, the Red King mentioned that he didn’t want to hear the screams of the dead.
The Red King strode away. “Come, I’ll give you the names of our fallen, for you are half-way across the field.”
A more careful scan of the land confirmed the king’s words. Hope, a slim thread of it, lay at the back of Denis’s throat like the smell of warmth on a winter’s day. Denis followed the proud back of the Red King, knelt by the next body, touched flesh with flesh, spoke the dead’s name, and moved on.
The Revenan dead still outnumbered the others despite their being closer to the Angth side of the field, but the Red King’s people became more frequent. Many of the Angth were common and unknown to Denis, but their king knew every one of them. Denis touched their skin and spoke their names into the Dragon Herald’s book.
All the more deep was Denis’s shame when they reached a Revenan man he couldn’t name.