[Table of Contents] [Previous Chapter] [Next Chapter] Eleven If it weren’t for Rudda’s excellent eavesdropping, they wouldn’t have discovered the gossip of local cloth merchants wondering why Grandfather had remained at the castle, instead of heading south. His concubines and wives and armoured men had all gone, as did all the business, as usual—was Grandfather ill? Would they have to convene a moot soon?
Great chapter!
As a reader, I wanna live Rudda's eavesdropping in action. Some kind of stealth, suspense, misdirection.