This week’s post is Chapter 5, Scene 2 (1.5.2).
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Finally, one God stumbled.
Rage made Marsile take a chance, rage was his undoing. He rushed his staggering opponent, using his mount’s sheer bulk as a battering ram. Roland, forced back, saw his chance, stepped into the attack, received the Moor’s blow, but slipped his sword into the gap. The Moorish chieftain’s head flew from his shoulders even as his body was carried past. The head rolled to a stop glaring up at an archer; Marsile had lost his place in legend.
Roland, mortally wounded, fell forward, catching his own throat on blood-stained Durandal, dead before the hundred arrows pierced his body. In the confusion, the young cleric slipped away, carrying the story’s ending to the courts of the king.
Kary’s face was wet, but she could not remember how it got that way.
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Copyright by Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt 2013.