Forty-Seven

 

Chase sold Abraham's horse for a good price, and tucked the coins into the pouch at his waist. He had enough money to get him to almost any kingdom in the civilised world, and for the first time in his life, he was free to choose who he served.

King Erik's court in Aros was famed for its tourneys, and he could win any archery contest with his eyes closed. Perhaps it was time to aim high and attach himself to a royal court, to see how his fortunes fared there. Better than his brother's fortune, he'd wager, for Heber's land was not so fruitful of late, or so his last letter had said.

Yes, he would go to Aros.

There was nothing left for him here. His beloved sister was dead, and his brother in arms was gone. Time he was gone, too.

Sir Chase mounted his mare, and set off on his quest for fame and fortune.