The great gates of Aevum Castle groaned open beneath the morning sun.
Wagons creaked in from the mountain road, piled high with barrels, blankets, and children.
“By the Stones,” grumbled Sam, hauling on the reins. “If one more of ye starts singin’ that cursed song again, I swear I’ll roll meself down the hill and save us all the pain.”
The children only shrieked with laughter, tumbling from the wagons in a blur of muddy feet and tangled hair. At least thirty of them — bright-eyed, loud, alive — scattered across the courtyard like sparks.
Beside Sam, Lillyanne jumped down, smoothing her hair. “Oh hush, ye old badger,” she said with a grin. “They’re just bairns, full o’ breath and beans. Look at them! Not a dark thought left in sight.”
Sam heaved a sigh, wiping sweat from his brow. “Aye
