CHAPTER 39
George removed his hunt coat and vest in his bedroom and hung them up, taking out the red coat with its gold collar and the canary yellow vest he’d arrived in.
The hound walk this morning had been short and uneventful, the hounds still tired from the hunt on Saturday. Brynach’s ankle didn’t prevent him from riding in Rhys’s spot, now that Rhys was trying on his new responsibilities. We’re going to need some more recruits, George thought distantly.
As he came back downstairs, Alun faced him, distressed at his change of clothes.
“Don’t worry,” he said, patting him on the shoulder and walking out the door.
George halted at the top of the hill on Llamrei, and looked back down the slope toward the manor across the stream, the village hidden in the folds of land. This was where h
