Eight
The Smithy
Summer 945 MC
The crops yield had tripled over the past few years, resulting in a surplus of food that provided the baron reason to celebrate with a grand feast. In the two years since their duel, Sir Thomas and Sir Miles had settled their differences, and the younger knight had matured into a decent warrior. Gerald had no more problems with either of them, and the entire barony was at peace. Even the raiders were thinning out, for there had not been a raid for months.
It was a warm midsummer day, and Beverly had just finished practicing with Gerald. Now ten years old and having a firm grasp of sword basics, Gerald had begun teaching her how to use other weapons, though some were still too big for her to wield with competency. In particular, she liked the warhammer, bu
