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The Castle was bigger than the town which was built in front of its gates. Massive wide open fields of grass were a common feature for place as well as men riding their horses through such perfect grounds. There were a few horsemen on the grounds but these were Yeoman and some men-at-arms. None of them carried the rank of even a Knight Errant.
Though there was not a Nobleman in sight neither Lucian nor Odgu left the shadows of the walls. This was not their place and both of them knew that. Their destination was already upon their names as they wanted to be in and out of their sanctified grounds of war as soon as possible.
Luckily for them it was not long. Near the rear of the fortress was one of the few places that were further fortified above the castle. Large stone fences surrounded what would have been an open garden. At one place within the walls was a grand temple where a pair of gates were held wide open.
The two peasants slowly made their way to the Temple of Morr, prostrating themselves at the portal as one of the priests came out to greet them.
“Hello child, the desire for foodstuff has been quite prevalent.” The Priest said as he walked over to examine the goods that were brought.
Lucian reached over and moved the scythe that was lying on top of the berries with a solemn smile, “We work to serve the Lady and all who work with her.”
“Know that your efforts do not go unnoticed. A Damsel has tasted your family’s goods recently during our latest meeting together.”
Lucian could not speak but held himself in awe as he heard such a comment. It was Odgu who said, “Really?”
“Aye, she even expressed enjoyment of them.” He answered with a kind grin.
Lucian felt a tear run down his face upon hearing those words. Such a comment was taken as a golden word for any peasant who would hear it. As he did so however someone else walked up to them.
