Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

straying from god did not bring good.
heda considered the life she had led before bartholomew. though she had many good memories, the overall trend of her life was a steady decline in quality of some kind.
this she felt was her fault. no one else made her feel this way; it was simply how her mind chose to interpret the exhaustion of this year and last. 
when bartholomew looked out to sea, heda did the same. druid came to her mind, druid and witch.
for once it did not hurt to think of them.
the king sent the man's rivals to the lions in the den. "did their mouths stay shut?" she asked softly, still turned away and somehow knowing what the response would be.