Winter 920/921 MC
The first snow came early that year, but despite the unexpected appearance, it was light, covering the entire region in only a thin sprinkling of white. As the weeks went by, the snow grew deeper, the wind colder, and the days shorter.
Richard"s training continued, for as Sir Harold said, one never knew when one would have to fight. As a result, they continued their weapons practice every day. They would start by exiting the manor, their hands growing numb with the early morning chill. By the time practice was over, however, they were typically sweating buckets, and Richard found it convenient to drop himself into a snowbank to cool off. Afternoons were still occupied with riding. Richard found these to be of particular interest as the village took on a different charac
