Thirteen
The Long Winter
Winter 951/952 MC
Beverly’s eyes flew open when the carriage jolted her awake. It took her only a moment to remember where she was, and why. She had left Bodden several days ago; several days of listening to Lady Constance Braddock, wife to Sir Walter, the woman her father had appointed as her chaperone. She had endured her company for far too many hours to not be able to perceive the stern look she was being given.
“I don’t know why you have to wear that thing,” her new 'best friend' said in disgust.
Beverly looked down at the sword strapped to her waist. “This?” she asked innocently.
“Yes, it’s not very ladylike. Why do you insist on wearing it?”
“Because my war hammer is too awkward in the carriage,” she said, smiling.
“Humph,” uttered Lady Constance.
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