ELEVEN
The town looked no different to any of the others Chase had travelled through to get here. The only difference was the depth of the snow, which had fallen steadily until even his mare struggled through the drifts. What passed for a Great House here – the seat of the local baron, he'd been told – looked like one of the bigger outbuildings on Abraham's estate. A stone barn, not a castle.
But he didn't have the time or funds to be choosy. Winter was well and truly here, and his need for shelter at night had forced him to sell his armour, piece by piece, until nothing remained. If this town wasn't the one beset by wolves, he might have to sell his horse to make it through the winter.
No, fate would not be so cruel. She might not want him to live comfortably in the service of the ro
