CHAPTER 13
The chime on George’s pocket watch woke him well before breakfast, and he headed down for a quick bite. He set out for the kennels early to see if he could begin looking through Iolo’s office before the appointed time with Ives.
As he reached the kennel gates, a man approached him. “You’re the new huntsman, then?” he asked. At George’s nod, he continued. “I’m Alun. Ifor Moel sent me to make myself useful to you.”
“I’m glad to meet you, Alun, and grateful for all the help you can give me. Let me first offer my condolences on the death of Iolo.”
Alun nodded soberly. “How can I help you?”
“Well, what were your usual duties for Iolo?”
“Breakfasts and simple meals. Keeping the house in order—he wouldn’t let me tidy his office there.” He nodded with his head in the direction of
