Twenty-Seven
Uxley
Winter/Spring 960 MC
Beverly left early the next morning, before the sun was even up, and was well on her way when the first flakes of snow began to descend. Prince Henry had given her a second horse to speed her journey; she could now alternate which one she was riding to make better time. She rode eastward, where the road meandered through the Forest of Mist. For much of the trip, the sky was camouflaged, blocked by the canopy of green that covered the woods. Here the snow was sporadic, only the occasional flake making its way down to earth. A couple of days later, she cleared the trees to witness just how much snow had fallen. Indeed, it was still falling, slowing her pace considerably. By noon the horses were having a difficult time of it. The snow was knee deep w
