Shadow Of The Raven: Sons Of Kings: Book One - Plot & Excerpts
Spring ploughing had been done soon after the thaws of early March, and now the corn was being sown. It had been a long day and by the time he reached his bed he could barely keep his eyes open. The hall was warm from the remains of the hearthfire and he soon fell into a deep slumber. ‘Rouse yourself, Mercian.’ The venomous whisper was so close to Eadwulf’s ear that warm breath brushed his cheek. ‘Far side of the byre. Now!’ Eadwulf’s mouth went dry. He blinked into the darkness, but could make out no more than a shadowy form. Yet every fibre of his being told him it was Halfdan. Then the door creaked and he knew the boy had gone. For a moment he lay still, listening to the snores of the thralls and retainers along the benches, and wondered how long he’d slept. No light had squeezed through the doorway as Halfdan had left, not even the gloomy half-light of pre-dawn. Sunrise must still be some time off. He threw back his blanket, shivering, and shoved his feet into his shoes.
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