The Lost King. #SampleSunday #Kindle #Nook #Kobo #histfic Try a sample

We travelled easily that morning with a short stop mid-morning and then a longer one at noon to rest the horses and eat.  We set out after an hour but the clouds opened and a fierce rain-burst hammered down upon us.  It was as short-lived as it was intense, however, and all at once the sun shone out fiercely and the clouds melted away.  At the same moment a huge double rainbow arched across the sky, glimmering like a jewel on fire.

‘Ah,’ said a voice close to my ear.  ‘God’s promise to Noah.  I wonder if it will be as hopeful for us.’

I turned abruptly.  Stigand had crept up on my unawares.  I tried to move away but his hand reached out and grasped for my bridle.

‘It is long since I have seen you, Edgar,’ he said.  ‘Are they treating you well?’

‘What would you care?’ I said.  ‘You betrayed me and our countrymen.’

He looked down at the ground and did not answer for a moment.

‘It must seem like that to you,’ he said at last.  ‘But believe me; I did it for your sake and for that of our countrymen.  There had been too many deaths already and I had visions ofEnglanddrowning in blood.’

‘We could have defeated theNormans,’ I said.

‘Do you think so?  Do you really think so?’  He stared at me.  ‘And just who would have led our warriors?  You?  Me?  Or our brave Edwin and Morcar?’  He gestured towards them.  ‘Look at them, riding fretful and cowed.  Do you think they have it within themselves to take up the mantle of Harold?’

‘They fought bravely against the Danes atYork.’

‘Perhaps they did.  But Harold still had to race north to succour them and defeat the Danes.’

I did not reply for I guessed in my heart that he was right about them.  They were not of the mould of Harold.  Nor, I had to admit to myself, of William.

‘None of that gave you the right to betray us,’ I continued.

He let go of my bridle.  ‘Perhaps you are right,’ he said wearily.  ‘But to me it seemed to be the least of all the evils facing us.  Maybe, in the long end, you will thank me for it.’  He kicked his heels and trotted his pony forward to rejoin the Earls.

                                         

The Lost King series is available on ebook worldwide.

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About Martin Lake

Martin Lake lives in the French Riviera with his wife. After studying at the University of East Anglia he worked as a teacher, trainer and company director. A serious accident shattered his arm and meant that he had to rein back his work. He decided to concentrate on writing and is now writing full-time. He writes a wide range of fiction. His main interests are historical fiction, short stories and fiction for young adults. Martin has a series of novels 'The Lost King' which are set in the years following the Norman Invasion of England. They concern Edgar Atheling, last representative of the ancient English royal dynasty and his fight to regain the throne from William the Conqueror. Martin has also published 'Artful' the further adventures of the Dodger and 'Outcasts' a novel about fall of the Crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem. His latest novel, 'A Love Most Dangerous' is about a maid of honour who becomes the lover of Henry VIII. Martin’s work has been broadcast on radio. He won first prize in the Kenneth Grahame Society competition to write a story based on 'The Wind in the Willows.' You can get the collection, 'The Wind in the Willows Short Stories' from Amazon.
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