CHAPTER 28
The night took on a chill that set deep into my bones, and I couldn’t shake it. The cloak felt heavy on my shoulders, but insufficient against the cold. The moon, unusually large and grapefruit-pink, sat in the east as if resting on the horizon.
I used a grapnel and hook to climb stone walls, and then ran bent forward from tree to rock, to tree, staying lower than the tall grass, and made my way across as much land as possible hoping I hadn’t been spotted. Behind the castle wall crenellations, turrets, and along the parapet walked armed guards. Well-crafted bows sat slung over shoulders and quivers filled with fine arrows, were strapped across backs.
I counted over fifteen on the south facing wall. Those were the guards I saw. Who knew how many more guards were posted in corn
