Thordric shivered as he stood in the garden, which was large enough to drop the house in with room to spare. He stamped his feet, and they made muffled thuds against the snow that had fallen heavily the night before.
Despite it being mid-morning, he hadn’t been up for long, as Lizzie had wanted him well-rested for this next task. She was a little way ahead of him, putting together what looked like a great tree trunk with odd branches. When she stepped back, however, he could make out what it really was: a wooden man, perhaps as tall as himself, complete with arms and legs.
‘What’s that for?’ he shouted over to her, trying to make his voice penetrate through the wind. She flapped her hand dismissively at him, making some small adjustments, and then walked back to where he was. ‘What’s tha
