“If you don’t mind me asking, where are you off to?”
“Braunfel,” offered Danica. “We’re inspecting the local commandery there.”
“Inspecting, you say? You must be very important to be given such a task.”
“My friend here is the regional commander of the order.”
“Then we are blessed indeed by your presence.”
The serving girl returned, depositing a bowl of watery stew for each of them. Two of the labourers got up and left, leaving their companions chatting over an ale.
“Tell me,” said the serving girl, “is it true what they say?”
“Is what true?” asked Charlaine.
“That war is coming. The people hereabouts are concerned that, come spring, an enemy army will march up the road to Lidenbach.”
“It’s certainly possible, but we shall do all we can to prevent that eventuality.”
“The Saints be
