the smuggler’s bible


To be the man who catches the white hart, you must be willing to sacrifice. And, brother, Gawaine knows about sacrifice.

His hounds and the hart lie together in a heap, blood mingling on the castle floor. There is other blood, too. Ablamar is on the ropes, but proving to be a tough cookie. Gawaine chokes up on his grip and starts swinging with both hands. Pretty soon, there’s another body on the pile.

Gawaine cleans his sword and watches as the white hart stains red, starting with the haunches.

My god, he thinks, what have I done?

My god.