the smuggler’s bible

Lanceor, knight of Ireland

Lanceor hits the road hard and catches up with Balin just before sundown. He finds the traitor waiting at the crest of a hill.

“You should have stayed home, kid. Plenty of guys get killed doing what they think is right.”

Lanceor spits and drops his visor. “Stop talking and put your shield up—or don’t. Doesn’t matter either way.”

“Killing me won’t bring her back,” Balin says, sighing.

“Ain’t that a damn shame.” Lanceor swings his spear around and gives his horse a kick. The rush of blood in his ears marks the first of his last six heartbeats.