The Third String.
|
Tales from a Dagda Bard
|
The Third String.
|
Tales from a Dagda Bard
|
The corpse was bloated and discoloured. Gut, throat and face grossly swollen so that its eyes and tongue protruded far beyond the skull which should have contained them. The stench of it’s putrid emissions filled the hall, leaving many an occupier gagging and the rest taking but the shallowest of breaths. The King of Ireland sat his place, as fair and fine a form as ever, despite the palor of his features and the anger writ clear across his brow. “There will be justice for this villainous act and my judgement I will place upon you for your crime.”
0 Comments
|
Archives
October 2022
|