Spring 1095 SR
Sir Galrath arrived late in the afternoon, walking right up to what was left of the tent and looking around at the mess.
“It appears your pavilion has seen better days,” he remarked.
“So it has,” replied Ludwig. “But you have not come to comment on my tent, but to collect my ransom.”
Sir Galrath rubbed his hands together. “I have indeed.”
“Then you may take it, Sir Knight.”
“Gladly will I relieve you of your purse, Sir Ludwig, but I see no sign of it.”
Ludwig pointed at the armour, laying neatly on the nearby pallet. “It"s there.”
Sir Galrath frowned. “I was hoping for coins.”
“I am afraid I lack the funds to comply with your request.”
“Come now, surely you have a little? What if I were to reduce the ransom to, say, five hundred crowns?”
“Five hundred or five, it
