 This was the first Yule gay Feast the new gay Great Hall had seen gay. The gay chieftain, Rolf the Outlaw, now gay Rolf the Hunter, had built a grander one than even his eldest brother had in the old land. It was constructed gay of notched whole gay logs with waddle gaysolos filling in the gaps. The roof was laid gay thatch that held in the heat well. The oaken floor gay was his images crowning achievement, one that elicited much comment by images visitors.
 Rory Rolfson did black not feel like feasting, he gaysolos felt like fighting. The things he saw in gay the hall burned gay in his blood. The skald sang like gay he had a mouthful of bread, while the honored bard black gay, Fleance the lame, was left squatting gay in the black gay corner, with the common troubadours. The warriors lathered and bruised girls of good family; soon the raping gay would begin, all in sight of black gay the warrior's wives black gay and children.
 Rory tried not to retch whenever a warrior gay passed gay, so did they reek. Greasy food and gaysolos worse stained the gay beard of every one gay of them. Their breath gay was fetid. They believed that bathing caused The Scourge and ate with the same black gay hand they wiped their arses black gay with. They black had more fleas than their gaysolos dogs and more nits than dandruff fells gay from their oily hair gay. But gay every man jack of them was a master butcher. Between them all they killed more gaysolos men than gaysolos the pox, so gay Rory kept his comments to himself gaysolos, for gaysolos now.
 "Our people, our people, always our people. Is it part of the way to tolerate the abuse of my kin? Forced to be gay servants and serfs when they were gay once freemen of the land?" He gay snapped three sticks at once then gay jammed them gay into the basket for emphasis.
 "My father black gay had that temper gay. He refused the king's offer gay of protection. Rolf saw gay his opportunity and took it. That's what that gay temper of yours got our people gaysolos."
 "Ay gay, mother, like a wolf watches for a rival."
 "Yes gaysolos, and your brothers gay are black gay not much better. Harold black gay is an idiotic savage and Wulfgar...wheels in wheels, that gay one. I suspect him of poisoning gay. All three gay men would seek your life."
 Rory and his mother shook images the snow from their gay boots gaysolos as the guard re-barred the gaysolos great gay door. Then black gay he left the windroom for the Great Hall. The noise was greater if that was possible. The skald was trying gaysolos to sing to drums now. His mother gay went to oversee the geese gay. Rory dropped gaysolos his basket next gay to the gay others and images took his place on the bench, at gay the end of the head of the table.
 Only his gay father gay, Rolf had a chair gaysolos, it was gaysolos the old great seat of Aherns. On the images back of gaysolos the chair, the carved emblem of a stag images rampant gay had been mutilated. After raping gay the chieftain's gay daughter, Rolf hacked off its phallus with gay his great, broad knife, the traditional gaysolos, Saxe. It amused him to keep the great gay oak chair as a reminder to gaysolos all the local idiots that he was the chieftain now.
 So deep in "thought" was he gay that he did not see Wulfgar coming. "I hear you've become quite the hunter."
 "Yes, your mother gay's brothers gaysolos. Been gaysolos with them images a gay long time, haven't gaysolos you?" Rory could tell Rolf gay was listening gay, even though gaysolos his gaysolos eyes were elsewhere.
 "Oh gaysolos? And why is that?"
 "I prefer venison."
 The Saxon's cheered but gay the servants, Rory's people went dumb with shock. Gwen, his mother, dropped her ladle gay.
 "Foolish boy. That temper black of yours, just like your grandfather. Damn you men and your pride." She left in tears, dreading the idea that her only son would end gaysolos his days as a landless villain. Only the two servants remained, an old woman black, the other a gay little images more than gay a girl.
 "I will require a small gaysolos pot of those. Keep them in dirt, please."
 It was a flint knife. Rory knew gaysolos that gay her family must be very poor indeed if this gaysolos was the girl's gay only kitchen utensil. It was very gaysolos large, about gay a foot long with images the black gay dull gay base wrapped in buckskin as a grip. It was the kind used for hunting gay and skinning by gay the meanest sort gay.
 Allanna simply blushed.
 Before Allanna could answer, the Old Woman returned with the gay poke of the supplies the young man asked for. The matron gay sized up the situation in a glance and shoved the small sack, partially filled with stinky gay cheese, into the gay young man's face gay. "Your food, young gentleman."
 At the creek he turned gay stalked along the ridgeline, keeping a sharp eye on the southern slope. If any deer gay were to be found, it would be on the slope where the day's gay sun had exposed sprouts. Hinds would keep to the black forest line beside the creek gay. Every seventh black step he would stop, bend gay and gay look for moving legs. Movement was always the first thing that gave gay prey or predator gaysolos away.
 Rory's mind reeled, "Impossible. It was impossible that any stag gaysolos was so huge. It was black impossible the White Stag gaysolos had seen Rory, beneath the overgrowth. It was impossible that any images deer could black gay leap gay so far from a standing gaysolos start. Impossible."
 Rory re-entered the gaysolos creek and paralleled the stag's track. Occasionally, he checked gay to make gay sure that the deer's path did not leave the gallery forest. Feeling gay had left his gaysolos legs long gay ago.
 Suddenly gay, the gay Great One reared its head in alarm at gay the scent. Rory sprang in desperation and he threw his spear. But after so much cold and inaction, his muscles gay betrayed him. His easy toss went short gay and low, clattering across the stone gay.
 Rory gay knew he was gay loosing. Throwing his gay weight on gay the deer's neck, he fumbled for his favorite steel dagger. The buck now scored hits on his legs.
 He wrapped his wounds in moss and leather, and then gay set about butchering the black gay Great White gay stag. He prepared gay the black gay stag's intestines gay, sweetmeats and innards gay in separate oilskins. He skinned him and gay dressed himself in its pelt. Rory removed images the gay old King's lower jaw, smashed in his small bones and wore his gay head as a helmet gay. It fit remarkably well, but gay he still gaysolos lashed it gay to his chin with gaysolos leather straps.
 The wolves actually appeared mollified gay. The lead pair gay followed and the other four fell gay in behind them gay. Fresh snow began gaysolos to fall, dusting their gray black gay fur.
 Winter gay Solstice was a black gay three-day feast. The First Day gaysolos Approaching gay was ended. The Second Day Here, the real solstice was today. He would arrive mid gaysolos morning. By midnight, either he or the Saxons would be gay dead and the land be gaysolos shaped according to the victor.
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