A fright

“How do we get across?” She asked quietly. “We can’t see a foot in front of our faces.”

“They should see our light.” He explained. Then stretched his arm over his head waving the torch back and forth slowly.

Flossina screamed at the sudden sight of  an old man appearing. He wore a monk’s robes. His eyes were sewn shut and his gaunt face made him look more ghost than man.The horse jumped at her reaction and Marlon held the reins tight enough to reassure the animal.

“We seek passage to Holy Sancti Viri.” He informed the monk.

“Follow me.” He said as he turned. 

Marlon followed closely. 

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