Summary Of Ancient Literature: Samuel Aguirre
Samuel Aguirre
Ancient Literature
11 April 2017
What Lies Beneath
The ripe globe of the autumnal sun climbed into the cloud streaked depths of the sky. Paul sat and drank his tea. When he had done that, he laid back and let the warmth of it sink into him. Sharp edged shadows stalked across the distant slopes and valleys as the sun began to rise higher. The light was bright but unnatural, thin and brittle, like before a storm. Paul was watching a hawk spiral overhead on the morning's first thermals when a furtive movement from below snatched his attention. He lowered his gaze to where a grove of stunted bushes below rustled and move jerkily against the wind. Paul froze and watched the undergrowth for any further sign. Perhaps it was just …show more content…
I am sworn to help such men as yourself.” he reassured the peasant, whose dirt besmeared features split into a lopsided grin of relief. “How far is this village of yours?”
The inn was packed. Even with the tables stacked against the walls, there hardly seemed room to breathe. Paul considered slipping back outside, but somehow the tension of hope and fear that permeated the room kept him still. That and the presence of Sir Marcus, of course. The knight looked as calm and serene as always as he chatted to those around him about their crops, their children, the first signs of the season.
Paul saw the awe that washed over their faces. With an action that he would have denied even under torture, he straightened his back and smiled with pride. Sir Marcus was, after all, his knight. Not until Francis, the village elder, made his entrance, did the activity in the room come to some sort of order. He had hooked one of his claw-like hands onto the shoulder of one of the village boys. Favoring Sir Marcus with what could have been interpreted as a half-bow, he studied his guest’s features with sunken yellow eyes. Knight and elder faced each other, surrounded by a ring of villagers, and smiled. “I thank you for coming to our aid,” Francis began. “I only wish I could tell you what we need aid
Ancient Literature
11 April 2017
What Lies Beneath
The ripe globe of the autumnal sun climbed into the cloud streaked depths of the sky. Paul sat and drank his tea. When he had done that, he laid back and let the warmth of it sink into him. Sharp edged shadows stalked across the distant slopes and valleys as the sun began to rise higher. The light was bright but unnatural, thin and brittle, like before a storm. Paul was watching a hawk spiral overhead on the morning's first thermals when a furtive movement from below snatched his attention. He lowered his gaze to where a grove of stunted bushes below rustled and move jerkily against the wind. Paul froze and watched the undergrowth for any further sign. Perhaps it was just …show more content…
I am sworn to help such men as yourself.” he reassured the peasant, whose dirt besmeared features split into a lopsided grin of relief. “How far is this village of yours?”
The inn was packed. Even with the tables stacked against the walls, there hardly seemed room to breathe. Paul considered slipping back outside, but somehow the tension of hope and fear that permeated the room kept him still. That and the presence of Sir Marcus, of course. The knight looked as calm and serene as always as he chatted to those around him about their crops, their children, the first signs of the season.
Paul saw the awe that washed over their faces. With an action that he would have denied even under torture, he straightened his back and smiled with pride. Sir Marcus was, after all, his knight. Not until Francis, the village elder, made his entrance, did the activity in the room come to some sort of order. He had hooked one of his claw-like hands onto the shoulder of one of the village boys. Favoring Sir Marcus with what could have been interpreted as a half-bow, he studied his guest’s features with sunken yellow eyes. Knight and elder faced each other, surrounded by a ring of villagers, and smiled. “I thank you for coming to our aid,” Francis began. “I only wish I could tell you what we need aid