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Legend Anthology
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A Legend Arises ©Copyright Brynn Paulin 2008
Gaining Hope ©Copyright Lacey Thorn 2008
Moonlit Magic ©Copyright Bronwyn Green 2008
Healing Doctor Ryan ©Copyright Carol Lynne 2008
A Legend Accomplished ©Copyright Brynn Paulin 2008
Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright June 2008
Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
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LEGEND ANTHOLOGY
A Legend Arises
BrynnPaulin
Gaining Hope
Lacey Thorn
Moonlit Magic
Bronwyn Green
Healing Doctor Ryan
Carol Lynne
A Legend Accomplished
Brynn Paulin
A LEGEND ARISES
Brynn Paulin
Author Notice
Dear Reader, Research shows that glass bottles were produced as early as 1500
BC when Syrian workers discovered glassblowing. This art spread quickly
throughout the Roman empire, taking glass bottles into many homes. Most
bottles were opaque, but soon fully transparent, colourless glass became
available. This is the sort of handcrafted bottle that would be available to Ailig
in 1200. However, the sort of durable bottle used in this story will not exists
until the 17th century. Despite this, I have used creative license to further this
story.
~Brynn Paulin
Dedication
To the Torrid Tartlets. I’m glad you’re my friends.
Chapter One
Legend has it that long, long ago, a great knight fell in love with a fair
maiden. He took her to wife and together they lived in his great keep high on a
hill overlooking the ocean…
Northern England, 1263
“Emma!” Ailig Bennett bellowed as he left his horse in the care of his
squire and rushed into his keep. Behind him, the ocean crashed against the shore
at the foot of the hills where his keep had been built. He cared little for it or the
oncoming storm. He pulled off his leather gloves as his eyes adjusted to the dim
interior of the great hall.
Servants scurried around, lighting torches to break the oncoming darkness.
“Emma,” he called again. He headed towards the doorway at the back of the
wall which would lead to the stairs spiralling to the upper chambers housed in
the north tower. The solar was there and no doubt Emma, as well, as she bent
over her stitching. He smiled at the thought of pulling his new bride into his
arms and unravelling her carefully braided hair.
Would she welcome him with as much vigour as that which coursed
through his veins? He’d left her behind on their wedding day, answering the
urgent call of his king. On that day he’d hated his liege, but with King Henry’s
contingent of messengers waiting, he had been unable to tarry.
Today, finally, he would be one with his bride.
Reaching the floor above the great hall, he strode towards his thinking
chamber. Another set of stairs within it lead to the solar. “Emma,” he called
more gently as he crested the top of the stairs.
His bride stood in the large chamber, her back to him as she stared through
an arrow slot at the waves below. His breath caught at the sight of her long
brown braids cascading to her slim waist. He could not wait to give the bride gift
he had purchased for her on his journey.
