by Karen Leigh Baxter Sir Stafford kept his mount to a slow walk as he approached the bridge over the Kevel River. He lacked two months until his twentieth birthday. His knighthood was so freshly minted the gilt had yet…
by Karen Leigh Baxter Sir Stafford kept his mount to a slow walk as he approached the bridge over the Kevel River. He lacked two months until his twentieth birthday. His knighthood was so freshly minted the gilt had yet…