CHAPTER TEN
Sir Justin Berverlard, Warden de Castael and Burgoman of the Seventh Marsh, stood atop the walls of Lord West’s home and looked out with worry he did his best to disguise. He had never expected to find himself responsible for the Northern lands, in spite of the length of his name. These were Lord West’s lands, not his, and in the event of his loss, command should have passed to his family. The order of command was clear.
It shouldn’t have included Justin. He was so far down the pecking order that it was practically a joke, yet somehow, he had found himself in charge. Lord West was gone. His nephew was gone. Lord Nyel had gone off to the capital and not come back. Other men who might have taken over the running of Lord West’s lands had gone along with one or other of the force
