“I apologize to all the women of the manor,” Sir Remington proclaimed. “I’m so sorry,” he said, starting to choke up, tears pouring down his face, and it dawned on her that she had, perhaps, taken things too far. She stepped back and sheathed her sword.
“On behalf of the women of the manor, I accept your apology,” she said.
“What is this?” a voice boomed out. “Who dares to mock the Knights of Shrewesdale!”
The crowd parted to reveal a giant of a man. He was more than six feet high, with huge muscles bursting out from his sleeves. Aldwin was heavily muscled after years of working the forge and anvil, but this man was even larger. He stepped into the circle and levelled a steely glare at Beverly.
“I cannot let this pass,” he proclaimed, drawing a large battle axe from his back.
Beverly
