Upon the Tourney Field
If anyone, Prince Alfonso was the first to calm down. At first outraged that Rodrigo Diaz would have resisted the bid that the… 5,305 more words
At noon, the Reception Hall was adorned.
There would be a tourney upon the morrow, and many knights and squires had come from all over northern Spain; at this special time, there were no blood feuds so strong or illness too severe as to keep a warrior from a chance to try skill at tourney. 4,181 more words
The House of Láiñez was colder than left over snows of December.
A breeze poured through the tight stone passages, whispering through the crevices of the walls, mouthing a biting chill that gnawed at the spirit and the flesh of the two men who resided within. 5,269 more words
Joy to the bishop’s pride! Joy to the strength he had persuading young idealistic and wrathful children as Prince Sancho! And yet more joy still to the fact he would have good news to bring the sulking Don Diego di Bivar and thus clear the air once again. 3,458 more words
Winter came late, blowing in softly as if the season itself was in sorrow. There was scarce snow on the ground, and Castile slept without war or darkness, even if thunderclouds stormed on its horizons, and the Lord of Bivar did little to heed his own estate. 2,213 more words