TWENTY-NINE
Despite grimacing in pain more than once over the course of the day, Sir Chase never complained. He laboured as hard as Rosa did to keep the fire burning, the distillate flowing, and the casks moving into the cellar.
She considered telling him she usually used magic to lift the casks, but as he was already halfway down the stairs to the cellar, she didn't think he'd hear her, so she let him continue. Well, until she'd heard him swearing loudly.
"What's amiss?" she called, hurrying inside after him.
"The size of your cellar! You have enough space and supplies here to feed a whole castle through a siege, and yet there is nothing more than a tiny cottage atop it?"
Ah. "This was once the seat of an ancient king, who built a mighty fort in the forest, the home of his gods. Wh
