CHAPTER THIRTEEN
What followed Corsair’s decision was a brutal month of relentless training and exhaustion. The snowfall only worsened day after day and it was excruciating when coupled with Lieutenant Maximus’s ruthless regimen. Quickpaw was pushed beyond his limits, forced to ride that extra metre, urged to drag the burdening load one more step. They both wavered continuously, often tempted by the idea of surrendering to defeat and packing their bags, but they endured. Numbers dwindled around them every day, more beds and stables becoming vacant as time marched on.
And, after four weeks, they made it to the final day.
Ignatius’ Mount was bustling with life in a way Corsair had never seen it before. Throughout the month, he saw lonely villagers making their way from their humble homes
