Snow suddenly began to fall. The flakes landed on his face and melted instantly, leaving only a chilling trace to mark their fleeting arrival.
"Alright, fine. Since you're so full of opinions, why don't you find me a sufficiently wealthy heiress to be my wife."
Eric had heard enough. He clapped Belem on the shoulder and, without waiting for a reply, walked into the Tower of London.
With its vast grounds, the Tower of London was practically a small city unto itself.
It housed just about everything imaginable: blacksmith forges, carpentry workshops, tanneries, a Bakery, a private Church...
The guard shift, just coming off an all-night duty on the watchtower, was preparing to change over. The guards recognized Eric; their Commander was a Knight who reported directly to Belem.
They greeted Eric, marveling at how God had protected him and praising the courage and wisdom of this hero from the Outville Family.
