Edward de Wolfe stuck his head into de Lohr’s solar where the man had been working over some documents. “Come quickly!” Startled up from his desk, Christopher made haste from the solar, following Edward who was showing distinct signs of excitement, into the great hall of Lioncross. The big room was part of the keep and it was scented with fresh rushes that had been replaced that morning, giving off a strong greenery smell. There weren’t any dogs in the hall because Lady de Lohr didn’t like the smell of dogs, and Christopher entered the fragrant room on Edward’s heels only to find one of his soldiers standing near the hearth, slurping up a cup of wine that a servant had brought to him. When the man saw de Lohr, he quickly put aside the cup. “My lord,” the soldier, bearing the blue and yellow de Lohr tunic, greeted his liege. “I have just come from the northern borders of your lands. I was on patrol with four other men and we saw it on the horizon, north of Pearl Lake.”
