nightfox

So, I picked up the gauntlet and accepted

hermitknut's challenge to write a series of drabbles based off Simon Armitage's translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. This is 1 of 5 that I did for the challenge.

Each drabble was to be based off a four-line rhyme taken from the larger poem This is the second:

At that time of tiding,
He prayed to highest heaven.
Let Mother Mary guide him
Towards some house or haven.

Midwinter was hardly the ideal time for cross-country travel. It certainly wasn’t his first miserable winter journey but it bid fair to be his last. Taking in the windswept landscape surrounding him, he felt despair. A foreign emotion, one he’d not felt since he was a throwaway child in his uncle’s household.

Found within himself was a prayer, form rusty from disuse. It soared skyward to whatever deity might listen. He needed to live long enough to meet the fate he’d agreed to. Something larger than him demanded it. He simply prayed for the means to see another day.