Sixteen
Wincaster
Summer 952 MC
It was the height of summer when the entourage from Bodden finally arrived at their destination. Beverly was the first to catch sight of the capital as they approached. The sheer size of the city was overwhelming, especially as the only example of a large city she had seen was Tewsbury, and it paled in comparison. Wincaster, being the capital of Merceria, drew people from all walks of life, swelling its population until it was nearly ready to burst. Most streets were narrow, constricting the flow of travellers, adding to the already congested thoroughfares. Those on foot struggled to make headway in the mass of humanity. Fortunately, Beverly and her father had elected to remain on their horses, leaving the carriage to follow at its own pace, to meet up wi
