D.D. Ward is Writing

Sven was beating Laila and Ada as they covered for us. Meanwhile, we cowered in boxes. Fiona could deal with Sven in seconds. So could Vincent for that matter. But that would be one more body we’d have to explain. I didn’t like it. Each smack caused me to clench up. Finally I heard a loud crack and then a thump. Somebody had fallen to the ground. It was too much. I moved to climb out of the box and do what little I could to intervene.  “Out with it. Whose footprints are those?” “Husband, if you want to know whose footprints they are, then go track them back the way they came. I do not know. Hit me again and I will go fishing for luckfish.” That stopped me. I waited. Silence.  The silence stretched, and I waited.  Finally. “Learn your place, woman. I am the man here.” “And I am the woman of this longhouse. That is my place and you are standing in it. You will respect that, or you will learn the cost of refusing to do so.” “There is a general alarm. The duke’s murderers hav...