Summer 1094 SR
Ludwig sat patiently as the servants cleared away the food. His father held out his hand, waiting as wine was poured into his chalice. When the serving maid scuttled off, her nervous glance back at the table was curious to Ludwig"s eyes. Was he imagining things, or were they all apprehensive around his father? Ludwig was used to servants. They had been around his entire life, but now he saw them through different eyes. These were real people, depending on his family for their living. He watched as Chambers brought his master a bottle. The old fellow limped as he walked, and Ludwig wondered why he had never noted the man"s infirmity before. Then he noticed the maid, Irana, smiling discreetly at one of the guards and wondered what secrets that look might hold.
Ludwig was sud
