Chapter Fourteen
The Lady In The Lake
Walking through the forest in the dark was very troublesome. Avoiding low branches and sharp thorns, she stumbled along. It was pitch black, and every rabbit or owl that made a noise made her slightly paranoid. For every rustle in the bushes, she expected a Grizzald or Hackham soldier to appear. Luckily for her, it was just the wildlife, but she kept her sword drawn all the same.
She walked for about another hour but started to flag and couldn’t go on anymore. A downed tree blocked the path, and that seemed an excellent cue to stop for a bit. Stepping into the dense undergrowth, she sat down against some exposed tree roots.
A Grizzald had taken her cloak and bag with her blanket, and although the night air was still chilly, she curled up in a ball
