After all, if there was one thing the Baron had learned since he succeeded his late father a few years ago, it would be to never brag much more than was necessary, lest he find his head rolling on the ground.
The Baron's carriage steadily rocked northward through the afternoon forest.
Harvard was still within the carriage, and he was sitting with his legs crossed while a glass of wine was placed right next to him.
Beside the wine was a leather-bound journal along with his glasses.
Harvard picked up his glasses before perching it on the end of his reddened nose and slowly opened the journal.
The page he opened it to contained a long list of village names.
There were about forty-three villages in total along with twenty-six hamlets and eleven independent farmsteads.
Harvard ran his finger down the long column before pausing occasionally to make small notations in the margins of the journal.
