Chapter Four

Eodur was a disappointment. Randey had assumed that a village so close to the Capital would be more grand. The homes more stylish, the people sophisticated. It appeared to him, however, to be little different from his home village of Ghaeros. The homes were well kept, that was true, but were no fancier than many of the ones back home. There were a few he saw that were similar to his own, larger and sturdier, and he supposed that they, too, were home to Grenyaar who lived here. He had to admit that the local Inn was more than he had expected. It was a sturdy, three-story structure with a decorative stone wall at the base and colorful tiles on the roof.

A stable boy of about Randey’s age guided their horses to the stables as Randey accompanied the Knights inside. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, but he found himself in a large Great Room, with polished wood panels on the walls and decorative lanterns hanging from wrought iron hooks providing light. There were a doz