Chapter Ten
But as we rode farther on, my contentment dropped. The sweet countryside of rolling hills and peaks gave way to sad strips of charred land, the burnt remains of huts and woods, and the gristly bones of dead horses, pigs, and other beasts. These sights became too regular as we rode on towards the castle itself of Baron Odred de Campe, a villain whose face I could not say I had never seen, but whose very name brought fear forth amongst the villagers I knew. “Tell me, sir!” I called up ahead so that Bertrand could hear me. “What does he look like?”
Bertrand smiled back at me. “Oui, mon jeune friend?”
“The baron! Odred!”
The knight slowed down, leaned back towards me, and shook his head. “Grand belly. Tail. Horns. Vert—green—”
“No! Play not me for the dolt. What does he look
