Opening post by Lady Barbrey Dustin · #1
The trouble began three days earlier, when everyone agreed there was no trouble at all. I expected twenty-three bombs to turn the town below my keep into a quiet inventory of losses; instead, the town kept going, and so did the watch. You may call that luck if you like.
The cost was twenty-three bombs, repairs I cannot yet pretend were free, and another night checking the gate, shutters, and saddle girth with two fingers. The smallest hinge still looked wrong.