EmergenceChapter 2 Sir Eric Roberts of Atlantia
“Master?” Sir Eric Nicolas Roberts, Viscount of Atlantia, sighed, then mumbled, “Hmm?” “Is the Queen’s castle much further?” His Excellency opened his eyes and looked down from his horse at his fourteen-year-old squire James walking beside him. “Do you see it yet, squire?” “No, Master, I do not,” he said just before he clumsily stumbled. “Are you tired, boy?” “No, not tired. My left shoe has a hole in it, Master, and I keep getting pebbles in it.” Eric commanded, “Hop up here,...