By P. C. Doherty
As evening units in, Chaucer’s weary pilgrims locate themselves in a Kent copse, rumored to be haunted. Huddling round the hearth, they convince the Clerk of Oxford to inform a ghostly story of affection and demise that might additional sit back their blood...
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Table of Contents Title Page The Prologue The Clerk’s Tale - PART I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Words Between the Pilgrims PART II Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Words Between the Pilgrims PART III Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Words Between the Pilgrims Chapter 6 Words Between the Pilgrims ALSO BY P. C. DOHERTY Copyright Page To Mark Loster, first deputy of Trinity Catholic High School, for all his good work over the years. The Prologue The great raven, hooded and cowled like a monk, its broad ruff of feathers up behind its head, perched on the rotting post and croaked to the gathering night.
A knight came galloping across the cobbles. A terrible vision of armour and horseflesh. Beneath the conical nose guard, Beatrice glimpsed cruel eyes, a drooping moustache, twisted mouth. He wore chain mail and leggings, not like any knight or soldier Beatrice had ever seen. Other changes were taking place. Spheres of golden light moved backwards and forwards, silver discs sparkled, circling the castle bailey like bubbles sprung from warm soapy water. There was a table she hadn’t seen before. On it lay a white skeleton, its bones picked clean, the skull hanging awry.
On it lay a white skeleton, its bones picked clean, the skull hanging awry. Dark shapes scurried around. Beatrice felt frightened. If she was dead then she Lord Jesus would help her. The castle yard was the same yet it wasn’t. Shadows were moving in and out of doorways. She moved towards the steps of the keep then paused. A young man was walking towards her. Despite the night she could make out his features: round-faced, smooth-shaven, merry mouth and laughing eyes. He was dressed in an old-fashioned cote-hardie which fell to his knees, a war belt strapped round his waist.
A Haunt of Murder by P. C. Doherty