Excerpt from Chapter 11Published November 28, 2017
When Victor returned from checking on the horses, over an hour
later, he announced himself first with a knock at the door of
the room he was sharing with his brother.
It was opened by Ambrosius, whose initially expectant smile was
replaced by a vaguely disappointed and mystified look. “What did you
knock for? Come in,” he insisted, sounding rather authoritarian.
Victor hesitated briefly on the threshold, his eyes playfully darting
from one side of the room to the other. “Oh, I don’t know,” he lied, mischievously,
“I just wondered if you might have… had some company?”
“Oh be quiet!” his brother admonished. “You of all people can suggest
a thing like that to me! You know that I’ll be in mourning for a very
long time,” he elaborated, easing himself down onto the bed again to
rest his still aching back and shoulders, kicking his already unlaced boots
off as he went.