FORTY-ONE
Bernard made his way carefully down the steps to the courtyard outside. It was strange to think he hadn't set foot outside the castle in months, but it looked like very little had changed. The snow had just started falling then, and there were only small patches of it left now. He hadn't seen the village then, but in the golden afternoon light, it seemed a pleasant enough place. He had to follow the road through it to reach the church carved into the cliffs, Ursula had said, and that's precisely what he intended to do.
He carried no weapon, not even his sword, because it tangled with his walking stick and threatened to trip him. Heaven knew he had enough trouble walking without falling over again. Not to mention Ursula would be mortified to marry a man covered in mud.
Today,
