THIRTY-THREE
Lubos had never ridden so much in his life. He lingered in each barony only long enough to hear the tales of this summer's low harvest and see the truth of it for himself, before heading to the next one. Molina was in his mind, every day and every night. A dozen times a day, he'd turn to see her riding by his side, only to find he rode alone. At night, he'd wake to a bed that was cold and lonely without her. Life was cold and lonely without her.
The faster he fulfilled his quest, the sooner he would stand with her at his side in the new cathedral as his bride.
But the longer he rode, the more he realised his father had sent him on a fool's errand. There were no grounds for his father's suspicions, as he would know if he stepped outside the castle long enough to see the fa
