Postwar Trilogy
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Arthur glances back at him, over his shoulder, eyes dark and miserable before he steels himself. Galahad thinks he is as much mourning his dreams and bright memories of Rome as he is his lost men. Briefly, Galahad is angry about it, but he does not have the energy to hold it for long.
"You'll join him, you know," Arthur says, and when he turns there is a firm line beneath his chin, tension through his jaw and his profile is so typically Roman and proper that Galahad could laugh. "If you keep forgoing meals and sleep. I've lost enough."
"You've lost one less than you think," Galahad tells him, and Arthur nods, concedes the point, and reaches down to push Tristan's messy hair back from his forehead to check for fever.
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- Part 1 of Postwar Trilogy
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Restlessness creeps in only slowly, finding cracks and toeholds in the busy spin of productive consciousness. It builds up that way, sediment at the bottom of a fast moving stream. At the surface, the water runs on, until the silt rises enough to stop or divert it.
They are not there yet. Galahad can't help but be aware of it there, of the raising level of it that must grow in Tristan as the summer reaches its height. Their garden grows - though with objective eyes, Galahad can see that it seems sparse and ragged in comparison to the neatly tended rows of their neighbors.
In the nest above the chimney, the young hawks bat their wings and contemplate the sky. It will soon be their domain. Galahad tries not to imagine the same dark-eyed and fierce expression on Tristan when the he former knight stands alone and quiet in the spaces between the green rows.
A sequel to Postwar, though this can be read without, it makes more sense with. Welcome to Tristhad Week
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- Part 2 of Postwar Trilogy
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He lifts himself away from the fire, finishing his thin broth and walking through the rows of stone huts with empty gardens, sitting heavily on the frozen ground.
They had cut into the frozen earth like the belly of an enemy to sew seeds in early May, surviving the back-breaking work only because it was an effort of hope.
This is not an enemy like the Saxons, who have come again and again to Britannia like a tide against the shore. They take footholds where they can, and spread over the land south of the wall, taking bites from the land with small raids and then settling. Arthur cannot get there before the act is done, cannot undo the lost lives by killing.
There is enough to worry about otherwise.
A sequel to Postwar and Irrevocable Condition, set ten years after the latter. The sun is weak, the winter is long, and the crops are failing to survive. Transformation is inevitable. Welcome once again to Tristhad Week!Series
- Part 3 of Postwar Trilogy