Alyn Of Hull - Blog Posts

“Do you know what it was like for us? To grow up fatherless? To be sneered upon as bastards, never sure of the bread to feed us? Do you know what hunger does to a boy? What grief does? Or shame? I sold fish in the market from cold dawn until sunset, putting my coppers to stave off the winter, and I watched the man who sired me walk past with his son and heir. With a fur around his shoulders, choosing sweetmeats to eat after supper by the fire. And now that boy is dead, and his sister before him, and the heir that took his place, and now, now, now you remember I live. Now you wish to—to suddenly scatter the crumbs of your favor? I am an honorable man and I will serve you because I must. But, if it is all the same, I will decline any offers of help. If I survive this war, I will continue as I began. Alone.”