The Bard and I Part 1
The Bard and I By Bronwen Welsh Part 1 The gray light of dawn filtered through the small dirty windows high in the wall of the long dormitory. The tortured breathing of the boy in the next cot to mine had finally stopped and he was now quiet, but I still lay awake, my mind musing for the hundredth time of how I came to be in this awful place. Less than a year previously, I had been living with my parents above my father's shop in Silk Lane where he sold all manner of colorful...