Fall 920 MC
Richard looked skyward as they passed the Uxley road heading west, but the dark clouds that had threatened in the morning had abated, replaced, instead, by clear skies.
“When the Forest of Tears comes into sight,” noted Sir Harold, “we"ll turn south, and that will take us to Stilldale.”
“How much farther do you reckon we have to travel?” asked Richard.
“A few days yet,” the knight replied.
They were riding instead of sitting in a carriage, each leading a second horse to carry their belongings. When they camped at night, Sir Harold had shown him how to start a fire using flint and steel, as well as how to cook over an open flame. Richard doubted he’d ever need to know this, for he was a nobleman’s son, but the knight had assured him that, in wartime, strange things can happ
