Just west of the monastery, no more than two or three thousand ells away, sat the garrison’s fort-a log palisade surrounding a single wooden longhouse. He didn’t see anyone moving about the many sheds and small huts of the monastery grounds.
Asgrim peered intently at the tower, looking for a sentry, but saw no one. The windows in the stone walls were all thin, dark slits, devoid of signs of life. Sloping tiled roofs reached up to meet a stone bell tower where the two buildings met. The open space in between would be the monastery’s inner courtyard. A tall crenellated stone wall met each end of each building, extending out to complete the square. The main buildings, which rose two stories high, were joined together at a right angle, forming a half square. The structure was surrounded by rows of salt fields and copses of trees. In the pre-dawn light, shadows settled over the buildings, blanketing everything in darkness. e was good in him.They dropped to their bellies, watching the monastery from behind a ditch in the salt fields.
But there was more to Asgrim than she had first thought ther. She was a mature woman, not some simple girl who was infatuated with a man simply because she had lain with him. Neither that pig nor his friends would ever force themselves on another woman again. Hadn’t she? And he had certainly helped her. She would die alone and terrified.Why did she care if he left? She had only saved him because she needed help with her brother-in-law. Why was God so cruel? She would be alone again, all alone, and the demon that possessed the knight was still out there somewhere. With her back to him, she stood in front of the fire and poked the embers with a stick. She turned from him, unwilling to let him see her weakness and how he had hurt her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which flushed with shame and anger. But why? What had she done?She told herself she would be strong and that she wouldn’t cry, but she couldn’t help it. “While he did this, he refused to look her in the eyes.
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