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I rubbed my sore eyes and then looked around, a tight, wrenching feeling twisting my chest. As I stood on the stage, I could see everyone; the directo..
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All the stories I could find about Tristan De Lyoness all mushed together.
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Marhaus, the current prince of Ireland, looked over at the boy who dared to challenge him. He was tall and skinny with dark brown hair that grew a l..
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Tristan knocked twice on the door of the captain’s cabin and then stepped back to wait. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon as the ..
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Isuelt stood in her room, admiring the dress that had been made for her wedding to Marc. It was a light blue color with a twelve-inch train. Little sa..
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“Tristan! Tristan! Come on, wake up, Tristan!” The voice was distant and far off as Tristan struggled to hold onto life. “Come on, T..
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Tristan looked over at the boy he had been assigned with. It was Gawaine and Galahad’s younger brother, Gareth. Arthur had said that this was th..
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Tristan gazed at the landscape around them. They were in a farmer’s field behind a barn and a small house. It seemed as though the house has lon..
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Arthur glanced at the knights seat at the Round Table. It was the first day of their fifteenth and final year of service to the Roman Empire. He had s..
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Chapter Eight
An Indefensible Outpost
Tristan and the rest of the knights rode into the courtyard with the De Bigots in their company. They lined ..
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