A thin blanket of snow had settled over the land, giving it a peaceful look as Baron Richard Fitzwilliam stared out the window from his beloved map room. His thoughts were interrupted by Sir Gareth.
"How long till they come, Lord?"
Fitz turned from the windows, "Oh, I expect it will be some time, yet. It"s unlikely they"d bring a siege to Bodden in the winter. How are the defences going?"
"They are going well, Lord. The new ditch is complete, and we"ve reinforced the main gate. When they finally do arrive, we"ll give them a fight worthy of the trip to the Afterlife."
"Good," said Fitz, "and the training?"
"All able-bodied men are training hard. A lot of the women wanted to help too, Lord, so we"ve got them learning to use the bow."
"I shudder to think of the loss of life a siege will
