Chapter 53
England 1605
Hoyt sauntered into the mouth of the cave in the woods after a day on horseback from Mortlake. Not that he couldn’t afford a carriage. He enjoyed riding. It kept him fit and agile. Plus, it was the only outdoor activity he’d had lately with his busy schedule.
The weather wasn’t perfect, but he couldn’t complain. His horse, however, did. If his horse knew a fraction of what the weather was like in the Irish Highland where he had trained winter after winter, it wouldn’t moan.
But although the weather didn’t bother him, Hoyt disliked the location. Something about the cave and the timing of the gathering bothered him.
He was a trained sorcerer. He knew he was young and had a lifetime in front of him to practice his craft. He was talented and qualified enough to lea
