Chapter 37
Marriage ProposalThe journey to Alte Lindenhof, the Freiherr’s home, was much longer than Petroc had been led to believe, nearer fifty miles than twenty. This made it necessary to stop for a night on the road, which brought them to an inn at Bishofswerda, an ancient town situated on a crossroads.
The town square was thronged with stalls of produce, though it was already late as they arrived.
“Must be a market day,” Petroc commented as their coachman drew up the team to ask directions to the inn.
“Ja.” Rüdiger studied the crowd, listening to the coachman and his would-be directors. “Typical. The dialect of Saxony…” He leaned out of the window and joined the discussion. A few minutes later, he settled back in his seat and the coach rolled forward, entering one of the many narr
