The lack of sufficient lighting in the lord's hall was made obvious when night came. The candles on the walls were too few and too far apart, producing nothing more than sad and weak light.
"Given how neglected the castle defenses are, and how the townsmen don't seem to mind that the castle sits empty, is it right for me to assume this town is somewhat peaceful?" Clifford asked, pausing with his spoon mid-air. His head pivoted slightly as he addressed the slim figure standing to the left of his chair at the high table.
Agnes, whom he had summoned from the lower table where she had been supping with Lucas and the servants, gave a simple nod. "Yes, my lord. The town is safe enough. It helps that the land around us is all bare hills and open plains. Nothing can sneak close—there is nowhere for brigands or beasts to hide."
