England's New Great Chivalric Epic: Remus & Gwilherm Chapter 3: The Leap from Light into Darkness

Romancing the Witch

The three of them were kept in cages that hung from the decrepit ceiling which as they soon discovered was hardly as well-put together as it seemed to be at first sight. All that they had seen inside of the temple was an illusion that though not grand, certainly seemed so in comparison to the ruin they bore witness to, once Ealhstan had gone to sleep for the night. The temple room they were kept in, to the back of the temple had a moth-eaten set of tables and beds, with only Wulfrun sleeping in the same room out of suspicion of them.

“I do not trust them, ‘far as I can toss ‘em, not with the two accented ones threatening me both with eyes and words!” She howled pointing a nail-broken finger that happened to be her middle claw, as her index one Gwilherm suddenly noticed, was little more than a stump. It had been bitten or cut off long ago, much to his consternation, with the old hag glowering furiously at the knights who were disarmed and scowling themselves.