Assignation Stories

Ivan rushed from the doorway where he had been concealed, jumping, turning halfway round, landing on his back in the thick, coarse straw piled behind the supply wagons. Not two strides behind, Miryam pounced, landing astride the young lad with a spirited laugh. Clangs of the evening bell signaled that the main gate would soon close, the wall surrounding the castle secured for the night; thereafter, entrance and departure...