The guard would not indulge in idle chatter with one such as me if he could help, and I did not wish to make him uncomfortable with my attentions. So pulling my cloak tighter against the bitter wind and letting my thoughts keep me company I stared out between the crenellations, and waited.

There had been no lack of work for us before the old King died, for although he was a kind and just soul, in a land with a population the size of this one, there will always be work for the axe and the whip. But the foppish young Prince who now wore the crown had many scores to settle. His father had delegated judgment of all but the most severe crimes to a Royal Magistrate, but the new King made time in his day to judge all cases himself, and his sentences were heavy-handed to say the ...

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