THIRTY-THREE
For some reason, shovelling snow was a whole lot easier this morning than it had been. Oh, Ursula knew she'd been getting better at it as her strength increased, but this was different. Normally she had to c***k the layers of ice before she could shovel much of anything, but today it was almost as if the ice had vanished. Or like it had melted away.
No, surely not. Her feet were as cold in her boots as any other day she'd been out here. Ursula glanced down, realising for the first time that her boots were darker than usual, instead of crusted in snow. They were wet, and it was soaking through to her socks. Spring had started!
She raced inside, thundering up the stairs to the tower so she could tell Bernard, but he wasn't there.
She just stood in the middle of her chamber
