Today's excerpt is from Duty, my newly finished, currently in editing, novel. This excerpt is from near the beginning of Brielle's adventures as the wife of Lord Irvaine. She is on the trail with her new husband and roughly a third of his armed company, a band of men who have recently fought a war.
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“’Tis bitter cold, my lady. You should be wearing gloves.” Antano’s voice startled me out of a half-slumber. My horse snorted at my abrupt movement.
“I have none.” My eyes watered. The wind bit at my fingers, the parts I could still feel. I glanced to check they still held the reins. I feared I would never be able to straighten my fingers again. Should I try, they might not clasp the leather leads again.
Antano grunted. “Fine way to treat his wife.”
“Pardon?” I glanced around, encountering the setting sun in all of its blinding golden glory through a break of trees. It took me a few moments of careful blinking before I could see again. By then Antano moved away.
I shifted slightly in the saddle in an attempt to ease the sharp ache in my lower back. I gasped at a flare of pain and dared not move again. Thankfully, my mount docilely plodded on, following the soldiers’ horses before it.
My respect for the men around me grew as the morning waned. Until their appearance in our village, travel filled most of their days. Hour upon hour with a horse between their knees, backs aching, armor chaffing, they rode in all weather. Only a bit over a day on the trail and I ached for home. I craved the luxury of sitting on something that didn’t move.
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