Thirty-Three
Bodden
Spring 960 MC
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The push to Bodden was the most arduous march that Gerald or Beverly had ever participated in. The nearly non-existent road was often washed out or was so covered with debris that they had to bypass it. Luckily, the streams that ran off the Margel Hills provided plenty of fresh water. Despite the sorry state of the roads, the army made good progress, and within a week they had reached the northern road that ran west toward Bodden and east toward Tewsbury. Off to the north was the looming shadow of the Whitewood, named for the birch trees that were found there in abundance. This was the road that Beverly had taken when she left Bodden all those years ago, and as she thought back, she remembered her encounter with Albreda.
She realized with a st
