Medieval Fantasy - a Promise of Death

Vinny's prospects in the 13th century don't look too promising.  Thrown back in time, he is mistaken for the long lost son of Radulph of Baalfire, but not by Radulph himself.

Radulph leans forward.  The inky black facial stubble brushes against my cheek.  I flinch as he comes close to my ear.  “I don’t know who you are.  My wife believes you are our son, miraculously returned to us.  Perhaps the devil gave you some of the likeness  of him.    For  you have  something  of his look.  Had you not, your neck would be broken by now.”  He wrenches the reins out of my hands and turns Zel to trot towards the castle gate.  “The loss of her son has made her mad.”  The horse’s hooves pound across the drawbridge.  “This will be a long campaign.  I’m sure of it.  There will be many battles.  James of Aragon is over-stretched, and his enemy, El Drac – they say he is some sort of demon and can turn himself into a dragon.  Huh!  They say his fortress is protected by hobgoblins and the howling of lost souls.  Whatever they say, I will kill him.  Then, when I come back, I will kill you too.  Whoever you are.”

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