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The White Flower

... boys that had crowded around a child who was pinning Aidan to the ground with a foot. Allyn pushed the circle apart and pulled the boy off of his brother, scowling as he shook the kid and tossed him into the wet grass. “He’s scarcely five, you little vermin. Scamper away and go fight someone your age!” Genevieve recognized the boy by his stubby, upturned nose, and his mischievous, gaped tooth smile. Maedoc had arrived recently with an influx of villagers seeking refuge from a country side ravaged by the plague. He was only a child, but the boy infuriated her like no other man. The refugees had not been settled for one day when Maedoc had taken to torturing the younger children. He had, however, an affinity for harassing Aidan, something that had not gone unnoticed by Genevieve. She stood menacingly over Maedoc as Allyn picked Aidan up from the ground and consoled the whimpering child. “By the gods, if I ever catch you near my son again I will have the men throw you into the river!” Maedoc grinned. “Would you bathe me yourself, milady?” Several of the boys chuckled as Maedoc jumped up to his feet boasting an even larger smile, but the crowd hushed when Allyn started for the boy and Maedoc ran off into the darkness giggling as he went. “I’ll have a word with that boy’s father soon enough,” Allyn growled as the crowd scattered. “You don’t think I’ve tried?” Genevieve’s eyes burnt. She put a hand on Aidan’s head and pulled grass out of his auburn hair. “The boy’s probably an ...

... orphan. No one knows who his parents are.” Aidan tugged at his mother’s dress and wiped a tear from his eye. “I tried to fight him!” He threw up his fists, showcasing a thin line of scratches like a proud warrior. Genevieve forced a smile. The family was quiet for a moment and Genevieve almost lost herself into the sunset once more. “Is Edward going to die?” She turned to Allyn, startled by the question. His eyes were red and he looked up towards the house. “Is the plague going to take him?” Genevieve put a hand on his shoulder now. “Not if I can fight it.” ******************************************************************************************************** The ride to Devyn’s cottage had been a torturous one. Upon parting from the village, Genevieve had been filed with the dreadful feeling that she might never see Edward again. If he passed away while she wasn’t there…. Genevieve’s horse neighed and stopped abruptly. Around her, the trees had finally cleared and the dirt path she was on now led into a clearing dimly illuminated by the pale moonlight which spread its blanket over the stone home of her old friend. She urged the horse forward but the beast snorted and shook its head anxiously. Genevieve dismounted and studied the construction. Light flickered past the empty space below the door, and Genevieve heard movements within as she neared the entrance. She was about to knock when the door opened. Devyn was inside, standing by a table with a tome spread open before him. ...