Summer 1095 SR
A rumble drifted to Ludwig’s ears, and he moved to peer outside into the courtyard. They were on the second floor, where arrow slits provided the only means of observing their foe, but it mattered little. There could be no doubt as to what Lord Gebhard was up to, for a team of horses pulled a catapult through the gatehouse.
“I don’t understand how you can be so smug,” said Rosalyn.
Ludwig looked back at her in surprise but then realized she was talking to her father.
Lord Wulfram grinned. “He’s bluffing, don’t you see? All of this is only meant to intimidate us.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not. Trust me.”
Ludwig could see the lingering doubt on Rosalyn’s face.
“How can you be so sure?” she pressed.
“It was easy enough to figure out,” replied the baron. “He wants yo
