Sir Sigefrith gives his opinion

Sir Sigefrith glanced out the window as he strode into the King’s study. From the height of this tower, one could see over the walls and down the long, slow slope to the river.
On the horizon far beyond, the peak of Thorhold was wrapped in a rosy mist like a cloak of wool, but the twilight fell upon the naked valley in a crystalline glare that promised a night of bitter cold. Sigefrith had been lord long enough to have observed that the cold made the peasant’s hunger all the harder to bear.










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