Chapter 6
AleksandarBoxon Hill
Marechal House
The house remained unchanged in that timeless quality he always associated with the Marechal family. They were a fixed point in his life, staying as they had been a decade ago.
It perched near the midway up Boxon Hill, a squat building with honey-colored stone walls and faded green shutters, surveying the lord’s domain. The stone glowed in the late afternoon sunlight. He knew from experience that the house was frightfully cold in the winter, but remained pleasant throughout the summer. The scent of a wood smoke drifted from the chimney.
He could not shake his surprise when Godwin limped down the front steps, leaning heavily on a short staff.
“Aleksandar. Solenne said a disheveled traveler surprised her at the old cottage, and she nearly s
