Chapter Seventy Eight
"Hey! Did you hear the Lord's men?"
The town square was a sea of ragged cloaks and misted breath.
News of the attempted assassination had spread through the North like a wildfire in a dry forest.
Haah... Looks like Kaelen asked Hans to do that, huh.
People whispered, their voices a low hum of anxiety that vibrated against the walls of the ice houses.
"I did. There was an assassination attempt in the Duke's castle."
"An assassination?"
"They say the Baron himself tried to slit the Lord's throat while he slept!"
"I heard the Lord is barely clinging to life... look at the armor. He isn't even showing his face."
"Poor Lord... He must be sad after all that betrayal from his friend."
I stood atop the wooden platform that Garrow had arranged according to my orders, the borrowed plate mail heavy on my shoulders.
