Tales of Kingshold by D P Woolliscroft

Author:D P Woolliscroft [Woolliscroft, D P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-06T00:00:00+00:00

Three days’ pleasant horse ride had led them to the outskirts of Stableford. The journey had been a welcome respite after their recent underground exertions; the road well maintained and free of bandits.

Cresting a hill, Motega gazed down at the valley below. Their destination was a small town that nestled between flowing waters from the mountain range behind it. In the distance to the north west, they could see the river Tarm falling down the sheer white cliffs to the valley floor, where it winded its way to meet a large stream that flowed from the east; a stone bridge arched over the stream on the far side of town.

Following the road, the three riders arrived at the river, the shale of the bed visible through the cold clear water; the ford that had led to the founding and naming of this settlement.

Water splashed into the air as Motega led the way through the crossing, his horse snorting at the cool water after the long dusty ride—though he didn’t let him stop to play. Through the town they passed an evolution of human habitation; one-story wooden buildings giving way to two-story; wood being replaced by the same white stone from the mountain side. Barge stations by the river became taverns and inns for the traveling soul, and eventually they found a small but thriving market, populated with handcarts, upon reaching the central square.

There was no wall about the town. No gate to stop them, or guards to question them. In fact, their passage went unremarked by a local populace apparently used to travelers passing through.

The Kingdom of Skaria, much like many monarchies, had its own assortment of nobility. If Motega could recall, he thought they were referred to as Greves and Grevindes, though he had yet to find any who referred to themselves as noble born who were worth a fart in the cold. But one thing he approved of in Skaria, was that any town situated on the King’s road had to have an appointee of the crown to run the show—nobles had farm land, hunting grounds and serfs, of course—but the thinking seemed sound that at least they couldn’t fuck up any place important.

And so Motega asked an old lady, sat on her wooden porch, for directions to the Town Hall. The home of the Sheriff.

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