“You did so much work here, Ellie,” Anders says as I walk up behind him. He’s been looking around outside all morning. “The fence looks sturdy. What did you build it for?”
“A lamb,” I tell him as he puts his arm around me, pulling me to his side. “Helga had one born and she said she was going to give it to me, but she didn’t know I understood her.”
“That is generous of her if she does,” he tells me.
“I’d also like to get some chickens,” I tell him timidly.
Anders looks down at me with a smile. “I’d love to get that for you,” he tells me.
“For us,” I remind him. “I need to go talk to Catherine. I have an idea.”
“An idea?” he says, arching a questioning eyebrow.
I nod. “Yes. If I must be the Jarl for now, I should at least do something good. If the slaves are only servin
