completely insignificant), and he told her what he knew. While the mission of the two priests was top secret, he deduced from the questions that they had been asking that they were conducting a witch hunt. They had spent a month in Maramont questioning the locals there about her before spending a month in the northeast of England before they ventured to Ravensbeck. He gave her the brief background information he had on the priests – both had entered the priesthood at a very early age, and Father Rossi had a history of involvement in the odder cases, exorcisms of people and property, and he had travelled extensively doing this. Father Sciali by contrast had never left Italy before and the only noteworthy information Harry Donald had been able to find out about him was that he was highly proficient in several martial arts disciplines, said to be among the ten best such fighters in Italy.
Laura thanked him and left to consider his words. Within an hour she had boarded a train to Liverpool and two hours after that she was westward bound on a ship to America. If they were studying her past they would learn that she disliked travelling to distant places and would, hopefully, not look for her across the ocean. Being forced to flee bothered her a little, but not as much as the illness the priests had brought on in her. She had been unable to beat Inge on her own and now two mortal men had damaged her. It was time to improve by whatever means necessary.
Laura stayed in her cabin for most of the journey, unwilling to mix with the other passengers, mostly gleeful soldiers returning home. For many it would have been the first time they left their home country and it made Laura think back to the first time she had crossed water, an adventure she had not thought of in a long time. She was the same back then, averse to travelling, and she had only gone to France for the sake of a friend who it transpired had been executed the day before she arrived. Those that she had travelled with, also her friends, had planned to raise hell in France from the start and after Ilsegarde’s death she decided to join them.
The Turners were there: her close friends Wykeham and Alice, husband and wife in their late 40s along with their 26 year old son, Layne, and his wife, Mildburgh. Wykeham was a dark, bearded giant of a man, Se’irim in the form of flesh, while Alice was a withered blonde whose beauty had long faded while her sex appeal had increased. Layne and Mildburgh were very dull by comparison, Layne a nervously grinning fool and his universally submissive wife would have been beautiful but for the overly round shape of her head.
Ioshua was there too. Ioshua Laurent Fevre, a 24 year old Anglo-Norman subversive, who was neither serf nor lord, occupying the middle ground. She remembered his beauty, and how strange it seemed that he was conventionally handsome when he should have been exotic. He had shaved his long golden locks, having briefly gone for a tonsured style when he masqueraded as a mad monk, defrauding the public for donations, which he would receive and then try to damage the church’s reputations by seducing women in his robes or masturbating as he walked the streets, making sure to ejaculate onto a passer-by. He had generated a lot of trouble for himself this way and had completely shaved his head now that that game was over, a thin layer of stubble starting to grow on top. She had sex with him occasionally, as she did with many in the group, as did Darlynn who was also there with them. Darlynn was a 23 year old Anglo-Norman with shoulder length straw-like wild yellow hair and was visibly mad, the strange expressions that she constantly pulled testament to her insanity. Her young baby boy was with her, her sacrifice.
And lastly there was ‘Aolfa’s’ (as Laura was known at the time) closest friend out of the group, Acca Ord. Acca was the second oldest out of the group at 80 years old though she only looked to be 20, having
Laura thanked him and left to consider his words. Within an hour she had boarded a train to Liverpool and two hours after that she was westward bound on a ship to America. If they were studying her past they would learn that she disliked travelling to distant places and would, hopefully, not look for her across the ocean. Being forced to flee bothered her a little, but not as much as the illness the priests had brought on in her. She had been unable to beat Inge on her own and now two mortal men had damaged her. It was time to improve by whatever means necessary.
Laura stayed in her cabin for most of the journey, unwilling to mix with the other passengers, mostly gleeful soldiers returning home. For many it would have been the first time they left their home country and it made Laura think back to the first time she had crossed water, an adventure she had not thought of in a long time. She was the same back then, averse to travelling, and she had only gone to France for the sake of a friend who it transpired had been executed the day before she arrived. Those that she had travelled with, also her friends, had planned to raise hell in France from the start and after Ilsegarde’s death she decided to join them.
The Turners were there: her close friends Wykeham and Alice, husband and wife in their late 40s along with their 26 year old son, Layne, and his wife, Mildburgh. Wykeham was a dark, bearded giant of a man, Se’irim in the form of flesh, while Alice was a withered blonde whose beauty had long faded while her sex appeal had increased. Layne and Mildburgh were very dull by comparison, Layne a nervously grinning fool and his universally submissive wife would have been beautiful but for the overly round shape of her head.
Ioshua was there too. Ioshua Laurent Fevre, a 24 year old Anglo-Norman subversive, who was neither serf nor lord, occupying the middle ground. She remembered his beauty, and how strange it seemed that he was conventionally handsome when he should have been exotic. He had shaved his long golden locks, having briefly gone for a tonsured style when he masqueraded as a mad monk, defrauding the public for donations, which he would receive and then try to damage the church’s reputations by seducing women in his robes or masturbating as he walked the streets, making sure to ejaculate onto a passer-by. He had generated a lot of trouble for himself this way and had completely shaved his head now that that game was over, a thin layer of stubble starting to grow on top. She had sex with him occasionally, as she did with many in the group, as did Darlynn who was also there with them. Darlynn was a 23 year old Anglo-Norman with shoulder length straw-like wild yellow hair and was visibly mad, the strange expressions that she constantly pulled testament to her insanity. Her young baby boy was with her, her sacrifice.
And lastly there was ‘Aolfa’s’ (as Laura was known at the time) closest friend out of the group, Acca Ord. Acca was the second oldest out of the group at 80 years old though she only looked to be 20, having
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