Chapter 5
As winter settled, cold and damp, over the castle, it became clear that Trisk had adopted me. Sometimes a day or two might pass without her presence, but at some point I’d hear a scratching at my door, accompanied by her soft meow, and I would let her in. Or she’d scramble into my lap as I rested during weapons training, looking for the tasty morsels I inevitably provided.
Sorche had raised her eyebrows the first time she found the cat cuddled up against my side in the morning. But after that, a little dish of cream always accompanied my morning cup of tea.
Watching Trisk move about was inspiring. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact of her missing leg. In fact, she probably didn’t even know that she ought to have four. Her front legs and chest were well muscled, and she used
