Fog heavily ringed Ganymeade. The island was unknown in its existence within sailing distance from Briton and hidden completely except to those who knew its way. A myth in and of itself, like the Greek Gods or Mythical creatures.
The group of men stood to the feilds at the southern end of House Sabrehagen, looking to the North. Wind came from the West and smelled of rain, but Hedric ignored it as he rode the old warhorse towards where the men were grouped together.
He watched them talk among themselves and motion at times towards the North. Blues cast a look then to the North, half a league from where the rocky cliffs fell away into the rough, coral barbed ocean below.
"My Lord!" One of the men shouted, relief washing over the man in brown tunic and trousers that headed towards him.
Hedric frowned as he turned away from the strange accurance that had them nearly with pitchforks and knives in hand. Sabrehagen dismounted the roan. A billow sleeved shirt without a doublet or jerkin was tucked into a pair of trousers. Sturdy boots sounded against the rocky ground as he moved towards the men.
"Hail, men. This is it that you called me to." His voice was not so much a question but a statement. Hedric scratched lightly against a salt and pepper beard as he stared at the strange swirled circle of light and colors. "How long has it been there, Matthew?"
Matthew looked looked as if he had come from the highlands themselves. His hair was long with some of it in clan dreds. A tartan had more color than those back to the whole-lands. And his beard was scraggly and to the middle of his chest with a couple of braids in it. The man's large hand rested to the grip of his shortsword that hung at his side. "Three hours ago seen, but longer if it happened before the noon or even earlier."
The elder knight frowned more into his beard and a frown furrowed his brow. "Talk to the men and keep them quiet. I want their silence on this as long as possible." Hedric turned to Matthew. "For coin, if necessary, my friend. And send them back to work."
"Understood, my Lord." His fist beat smartly against the left side of his chest and moved on away from Sabrehagen.
Hedric stood there and stared hard at the odd sight.
The group of men stood to the feilds at the southern end of House Sabrehagen, looking to the North. Wind came from the West and smelled of rain, but Hedric ignored it as he rode the old warhorse towards where the men were grouped together.
He watched them talk among themselves and motion at times towards the North. Blues cast a look then to the North, half a league from where the rocky cliffs fell away into the rough, coral barbed ocean below.
"My Lord!" One of the men shouted, relief washing over the man in brown tunic and trousers that headed towards him.
Hedric frowned as he turned away from the strange accurance that had them nearly with pitchforks and knives in hand. Sabrehagen dismounted the roan. A billow sleeved shirt without a doublet or jerkin was tucked into a pair of trousers. Sturdy boots sounded against the rocky ground as he moved towards the men.
"Hail, men. This is it that you called me to." His voice was not so much a question but a statement. Hedric scratched lightly against a salt and pepper beard as he stared at the strange swirled circle of light and colors. "How long has it been there, Matthew?"
Matthew looked looked as if he had come from the highlands themselves. His hair was long with some of it in clan dreds. A tartan had more color than those back to the whole-lands. And his beard was scraggly and to the middle of his chest with a couple of braids in it. The man's large hand rested to the grip of his shortsword that hung at his side. "Three hours ago seen, but longer if it happened before the noon or even earlier."
The elder knight frowned more into his beard and a frown furrowed his brow. "Talk to the men and keep them quiet. I want their silence on this as long as possible." Hedric turned to Matthew. "For coin, if necessary, my friend. And send them back to work."
"Understood, my Lord." His fist beat smartly against the left side of his chest and moved on away from Sabrehagen.
Hedric stood there and stared hard at the odd sight.