The Blade for the Boar's Heart

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 500 words.  Out of darkness and doubt, she rises in the red morning, with porridge and honey and one great big boar-spear of an idea.  Next, a short hard council scene, and fanning a black and bitter coal back to flame again.  Tonight, if I can.  And, last, work for the weekend: Langdale, and the fell speech in the wood, and the long-awaited gloaming.

When all this is over, the epilogue is not going to be quite as I'd planned it.  Now I've travelled with Kate so far and seen what she's become, she simply isn't that kind of person any more.  I wonder more and more how all this is going to settle.