He was halfway across the great hall when he stopped in amazement The high arched windows sparkled in the late-morning sunlight. The flagstone floor was not only swept, but scrubbed clean of its crusted filth. The twin fireplaces on opposite walls had been cleared of their accumulated ashes. Even...
The feeble heat barely warmed her fingers numbed by the icy wind whistling through the tiny arrow slit high in one wall, her only source of daylight. At home in Northumberland, her father would be overseeing the spring planting on the family’s estate. Did Sir Guy Cavendish have any inkling that h...
