Spring 1095 SR
A cool breeze blew in from the east, ruffling Ludwig’s hair and bringing with it the fresh scent of pine. He gazed out the window, watching the movement below. The besieging army was settling in for the long haul, and the sounds of axes drifted up to him from the distant trees. No doubt they would soon be building engines of war. Hearing footsteps, he turned to see Lord Wulfram Haas.
“My lord,” he said, bowing his head.
“You’re looking much better,” said the baron. “One might even go so far as to say you’re thriving under my daughter"s care.”
Ludwig blushed. “I am,” he said. “And I must thank you for your kindness. Were it not for your generosity, and hers, I would likely be dead.”
Lord Wulfram made his way to the chair, then sat, waving his hand at the bed. “Please, si
