Squires, stableboys, and highborn pages turned to children again under its cold white spell, and fought a snowball war up and down the wards and all along the battlements. Bevond the battleground the road ran beside the shore, between the surging grey-green sea and a line of low limestone hills. Just tell us our futures, then we'll go. Leave the great lords out of it, that was for the best.
a mountainous little island off Cape Wrath. larger ships bobbed at anchor, grim shadows wreathed in mist. Where the keep had been was a pile of collapsed stones, overgrown with green and purple moss. The night was so cold that his body seemed to steam as he stalked back toward his shelter, but there w
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