Transcription: His Father's Son by Nigel Bennett Chapter 1 Normandy, the Beginning He awoke in a meaningless half-light that could have been dawn or dusk, and in all truth it did not matter. His eyes pierced the gloom easily. To him the inside of her tent was as bright as day. He lay on fur and beneath fur, and the small of his back was wet with sweat. He shifted sleepily and became aware of her next to him. He turned his head and saw she had her back toward him, only partly covered by the stifling fur. Her dark hair, long and lustrous, tumbled away from her shoulders and across the pillows. The side of her ...
