Twelve
The Smith
Spring 951 MC
The wound on Beverly’s leg healed quickly, allowing her to resume her duties as a soldier within the week. Aldwin, concerned by her leg wound, had worked diligently to make her plates of steel that would be strapped over her chainmail to protect her legs. It was awkward to walk in but worked well on horseback. By the time she turned sixteen, she was properly outfitted with leg, and arm plates. Aldwin, not yet satisfied she was safe enough, was busy at work making her a solid breastplate.
Aldwin had become a very adept smith, though still serving as Grady’s apprentice. He was the go-to person for that excellent sword, or to repair the grip on a battle axe. He had gained the reputation as someone who could fashion the most marvellous armour, but he was alwa
