Chapter 5
The BrothelIn the distance, the freshly hewn stone of the castle walls glimmered in the early morning mist. They had been up and travelling for about two candle marks already, the man seemed impatient to reach the castle, Zula had the impression that he meant to get there by last sunset as food was short and the man seemed agitated as the sun drifted beyond the mountain tops and dark shadows made going nigh on impossible.
The castle, even from this distance looked huge and imposing; a ring a grey wood smoke rose from within and hung like a halo above the walls. As they drew nearer the landscape became more managed by the hand of man. Neat plots were marked out and the soil tilled in preparation of the season’s crops. Cattle and sheep grazed in adjoining lush meadows and the cro
