Fifteen
Bodden
Autumn 961 MC
Edgar Greenfield urged his mount forward. It had been a nice job while it lasted, but now, with the princess likely dead, his employment was over. Time to settle down and enjoy life. Luckily, he had managed to squirrel away some coins, and he thought back to the widow he had met in Stilldale.
He topped the rise, near the great elm tree, to look down on the Keep. It had been years since he'd been in Bodden, but this time he felt a great burden with the news that he carried. He rode on in silence, forgetting, for the moment, the widow and his savings. His service was over years ago, and yet he felt a certain responsibility to Baron Fitzwilliam, to fill him in on what had transpired.
The walls of the village grew closer, until, at last, he was before the gate
