Chapter 13
The Trap
“Aye, we got the raven,” Steward Frost was saying. He passed conspiratorial glances to his son, Thornton, or Thorn, as he called him. Where Evra came from, thorns were sharp, cutting you if you weren’t attentive enough. Frost’s heir seemed aptly named.
“It said we were coming?” Evra asked. “Lord Dereham—”
“Lord Dereham was quite clear in his message. So clear you might say we had to read it a few times, to be certain of the meaning,” Thorn said. He paused at the end of the long corridor. Evra wasn’t surprised to see there was another corner to round, though they didn’t take it. Midwinter Hold was the largest keep he’d ever been in. A man could easily get lost in the maze of halls and rooms. “Your guard can stay here.”
“Are these the guest apartments?”
“Servant’s q
