>>5714657>>5714685Good to see that the loyal bannermen embarking on this quest were properly raised during their childhood.
>>5714775>>5714826>>5714948>>5714972>>5715109>>5715235>>5715478So it was time, you decided to call for father François while giving a good lesson to these youngsters. You ordered quickly one of your guards.
-Redshirt, go fetch me Father Francois. He must be in his church. In the meantime we shall get into the tomb.
Ancel did the sign of the cross and told.
-Messire no ! Entering an old tomb is bad luck ! It can curse us on seven generations, can I call the priest instead ?
The lanky shepherd agreed.
-Y... Yes... I can do this too, it would be...
You smacked both on the head and ordered to advance.
-I shall not tolerate cowardice. We will see what there is in this tomb, besides we are during the day and the ghost seems to be seen only at night.
Ancel, who was really superstitious as a peasant began to tell.
-But messire it is because he fears the sun but under the earth he... AÏE !
You smacked him harder, for good measure and soon you were going there, you and your guardsmen on horse, the rest on foot. Seeing the plains of the Cairns, an endless expense of short grass dominated by the sky reminded you of a less civilised version of your native plains of Champagne, but even in champagne there was some hills dominated by castles and vineyards. Here, here you had nothing but some tumuluses of old kings that broke this landscape. You still appreciated it, especially in autumn when there was no high temperatures that could be uncomfortable in the absence of any trees or shadows. Finally, after one hour and half of riding you got to the dreaded place. On the outside it looked lie a tumulus equal to many others, smaller than the tomb of Lehman's Brother, it must have been the grave of a smaller notable, or maybe of a lord of these lands before they were even incorporated into Bifuria.
But once you approached the place, under Midday's sun, you found something very disturbing. A gate, a wooden reinforced gate seemed to protect the place, as if it had been built yesterday. And it seemed to be new. How ? How was it possible ? A door was always the costliest part of a peasant's house, it had to be sturdy, it had to be able to pivot and it had iron parts in it, be it the lock or the hinges. To threaten a peasant a lord only had to threaten to confiscate his door and he will be crying and imploring his pardon. So how someone would have put a door here ? Even if it looked primitive, it seemed to be very strange. The original door, if there was one, was probably rotten centuries ago. You asked.
-Who built that door ? What does it means ?
It was the orange clad short brunette that answered.
-It was made with the wood that was brought for reparations from the sawmill of Nearby. It is the same wood as on the houses.
The blond lumberjack added.
-Yes, it is beech wood.
