Historical short mysteries
Murder and theft – yes, of course . . .
But back then the circumstances were entirely different than they are today. Or not?
In Cornwall in 1072 the young Caitlin, attempts to save her inheritance from the Norman conquerors.In Paris in 1795 the gendarme Michel single-handedly punishes a corrupt baker.In Swabia in 1754 Hildegard, one of the lawless “travelers” provides Christmas dinner.In Lucerne in 1824, the homeless Clara becomes a cue ball of a political intrique
.I have added historical notes to every story.
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Translated in several langueas
A powerful storm raged around the Great Hall of Treganna, drowning out the sound of the servants’ reveling again and again. This caused a few to choke on their laughter while others made the sign of the cross and cast their eyes around the room in fright. The dogs, which on other days scuffled for bones, lay quietly under the table, only drawing attention with an occasional whimper.
The fire in the two huge fireplaces had trouble staying lit due to the steady pressure of the wind. Smoke drifted all the way to the High Table where Sir Geoffrey, the new Master of Treganna Castle, sat with his family.
Young Amis, his son, coughed as he breathed in the smoke. When the boy’s struggle for air intensified, Caitlin patted him on the back and then held out a cup of water.
There was worry in her eyes, and she smiled sympathetically, “Drink, it will make you feel better.” With all hope he will suffocate she thought. How she hated him, her stepbrother, even more than the Norman who had forced her mother into marriage. May god prevent Treganna from being given to this weakling one day, after all, she was the true heir.
A shudder ran over Amis as the storm’s whistle suddenly hit a higher pitch .
“Are you freezing?” Sir Geoffrey wrapped him tighter in his warm plaid.
“No, Father. I was simply frightened.”
“By this little bit of wind?” Sir Geoffrey now sounded slightly annoyed. “So close to the ocean, it has more power than you are used to... from home.”
“Nay, My Lord,” Caitlin again donned a worried expression, “That is not the storm that sings out there... those are...” She let her voice fade away.
Amis paled and stared at her, his eyes opened wide.
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