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Hog Lane

Title Hog Lane

Author Eglantine_br

Kyd and Marlowe

Rating R for language and fighting

Word Count 561

Hog Lane

The man had been waiting for him.

There was no reason. There was no warning. He had not seen the blow coming. He was pushed onto his back foot, fumbling for his sword, he was seconds behind already. His feet slid in the mud. The man was taller than him, had the reach on him, oh. Kit's breath driven from him. It rasped in his throat as he drew it back. The man had a face Kit had seen before, a long broken nose splayed across his angry face. Who art thou, and why? There was no why. Didn't matter. Hands, feet. Kit came forward quick and under his reach. The man stepped back. Steel against his then, and the blood of Kit's hand sticky on the pommel.

Over and beyond the pulse sound, and the rasp of breath, Kit heard voices. He could not, could not spare the time to look. If this was death, he could not help it. But it was not Kit's death, not today. Today it was Tom Watson, walking with another man, the two of them had been laughing, jostling , taking up the width of Hog lane.

It was Tom Watson, running, sword drawn. He shouldered Kit's attacker hard back, followed it with his own blade

“Bradley. It's me you want-- Fight me, me-- you limp fuck!”

Bradley stepped back, lowered his blade. Kit let him.

“Art thou come now?” The man, gave a short bark of a laugh.

Kit was forgotten at once, as Bradley turned on Watson. And Kit could have had him there with the pommel, with the blade. But Watson needed no help. Watson was driving him, as Kit had not, to the edge of the ditch. Kit turned away from the sound of it, and rested his head against the damply dripping wall. The man who had been with Watson came up. He walked slow and easy, as one does with a panicked horse. He held his hands up empty, took a long look at Kit's face, and was touching him, feeling, checking for blood, for hidden hurts. Kit was fine, fine. A tiny sting on his palm, that was all. He was unhurt. No reason, then for his gorge to rise, no reason to shiver in the cold sunlight.

“Just my hand--” Kit held it out. “All's well with me.”


Kit shut his eyes again.

“What is your name?” He kept his eyes shut.

“Thomas Kyd. I am a poet.”

The man had a good voice, Kit decided. And a clever face. His hands had been calming, not intrusive.

“Christofer Marlowe,” Kit offered. “I am a poet too.” He wanted to laugh, or possibly vomit.

Watson and Bradley had passed out of sight. One set of heavy footsteps came back.

Tom Watson, moved heavily, his hair was dark with wet. There was a gappy cut just above his eyebrow, nothing worse. But it masked his face with streaming blood, he looked like a monster.

Watson pushed the blood out of his face, his expression was blank.

“You saw--” he said. “You saw him go at me. He's, in the ditch. Bradley. He's dead. I think I killed him.”


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 2nd, 2012 01:31 am (UTC)
Oct. 2nd, 2012 02:08 am (UTC)
I will. I know what happens next, (at least for a little way ahead.)
Oct. 2nd, 2012 07:00 am (UTC)
Ooh exciting! I love the way you write Kit, and the surprise and confusion of the fight is brilliant. I'm dying to see how this develops :)
Oct. 2nd, 2012 01:02 pm (UTC)
I have the chance here, to watch a lot of bar-fights. We have one across the street from us. I can see the way they start, with yelling and posturing, and the way they end too. No weapons such as Kit and Tom had. (I saw a cane knife once, but it was only a threat. Very threatening...) And I don't think I have seen anyone seriously injured.

These are just men who are lonely and bored, they are very far from home and family. They have come here to work, and to save up to bring wife and kids. (Old story, yes?)

It seems to me that Kit's shock when it was over was pretty right. Really a good thing that the Toms showed up.

I can already see that writing this is going to be confusing. There are about 6 major characters named Tom.
Oct. 3rd, 2012 09:32 pm (UTC)
I have the chance here, to watch a lot of bar-fights. We have one across the street from us. I can see the way they start, with yelling and posturing, and the way they end too.
Well, they say you should write about what you know! And it certainly comes across here. And yes, Kit's shock does seem right, that's what makes this so real.
Sep. 27th, 2016 11:05 pm (UTC)
I am confused already. I thought Kyd and Marlowe met already in the last story. But since then I have been very distracted by Archie's hurts and Tom Pulling's tattooed bum. I will go back and read again.

I read it again. I am still confused. But I will keep reading.

Edited at 2016-09-27 11:29 pm (UTC)
Sep. 28th, 2016 02:40 am (UTC)
Yeah. I think I wrote the same thing tow ways. Sorry it is puzzling. The fight in Hog lane is real. It really happened, with Watson and Bradley, and Marlowe. As far as I know Kyd was not there. And Watson really did take over the fight from Marlowe, and he really did kill Bradley.

It took me a while to allow myself to write about real people. It felt presumptuous somehow. But now I have gone over the falls, I am just going to keep on.
Oct. 1st, 2016 01:29 am (UTC)
I don't think it's presumptuous at all. I think of historical fiction writers as wonderful chefs, who chase down the chickens and do all the work of plucking and deboning and chopping, and add wonderful herbs and spices, and put the whole thing in a lovely savory crust, so we readers need only consume and enjoy. Or, seen in another way, you put meat on the bones of history and make it interesting. I would never have heard of Kyd and Marlowe and I would not be looking up information on the real people and their life and work if you had not written this. You can think of yourself as their publicists.
Oct. 2nd, 2012 09:24 am (UTC)
There should be more Kyd and Marlowe out there.

I remembered this, hope you like it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB-zBJykYj8
Oct. 2nd, 2012 01:35 pm (UTC)
i watched-- so funny. Glad you like Kyd and Marlowe. More will be forthcoming.
Oct. 2nd, 2012 02:15 pm (UTC)
Oct. 2nd, 2012 04:33 pm (UTC)
I found this because Charlie Cochrane mentioned it and I enjoyed reading it. Good atmosphere! I agree with you about the Thomases - there are far too many in Elizabethan England!
Oct. 2nd, 2012 05:28 pm (UTC)
Wow! Hi. I have your book, as in the icon, right on my Kindle. I love the way you showed their world, especially the scenes backstage. And I love Crab the dog who pees on everything! I think that WS was very patient, considering.

As a person from the US, it is astonishing to me that the streets and schools where they went are still there. I am wallowing in non-fic now, about their world.

Thank you so much for reading, and letting me know you liked it. More up soon, I think.
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