CHAPTER 8
George made his way to the curtain wall holding the saber in his hand with the belt wrapped around it. Rhian was standing next to a simple wagon drawn by two small horses, and Isolda was up on the wagon seat grasping the long reins in her gloved hands.
Rhian grinned to see George unwrapping the belt from the saber with obvious confusion about how to put it on. “Let me show you. I learned on Rhys.”
She took the belt out of his hands and tied it around the outside of his coat, passing the excess length around the strap into a loose overhand loop that left the end hanging tidily flat against his coat. She fastened the two hanging straps suspended from the belt on his left hip to the two rings of the saber scabbard and adjusted it for length so that the sword was at a comfortable
