I could feel him staring, his eyes piercing the flame whilst clenching the head of a bottle. I looked up from twisting the new Flemish string I was making. “Will” I said with a sneering lift in my cheek and keeping my tongue stiff to force back a chuckle. He kept staring, I guess it was amazingly beautiful, the warming fire we had. The travel we had endured from the south had been long and challenging. Rain to fill god’s own goblet had been upon us for days and the wind was no maiden of help. I let him stare just a while longer because this part of the land we were in was damp, and not from the rain, it was damp with people like me. “William, behind you!” I shouted with such the ferocity of a lone wolf fighting of it's own pack from the **** that the stumpy boy shot awake his eyes, coming back into this world of living and stood abruptly to his feet, spinning on his heel and slicing with a dagger that he unsheathed in one simple motion. Before his arm could fully extend he kept turning and stopped looking straight at me. Just watching how fast he did all of that was impressive, but his dancing was even more of a show. “No need to laugh, old man. I didn't know you were lying”. He said sharply in a rough welsh filled with annoyance after I made him wake from his fiery gem. Once my shoulders stopped jiggling up and down from laughter, I came back to crafting my string whilst giving him my reason. “Look around boy, or don’t, you just did a perfect spin for me, I do say it was a perfect motion that even the princess of the eastern lands would be jealous
of”. His eyes tensed with a stabbing look and sat on his **** next to the great oak that sheltered us from the rain. I knew he would listen to me now as I had made his face turn redder than his hair.

To be continued..