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Chapter 118: A Measure of Cider
"If you drop that cask in the mud, scout, I’ll take that crowbar of yours and wedge it somewhere unpleasant," Miller growled, leaning heavily against the scarred oak workbench of his workshop. His knuckles were bruised, his canvas apron was stained with dried blood and sawdust, and his left shoulder throbbed where a Westminster boot had caught him during the chaotic scramble of the morning’s defense.Kael didn’t flinch. The scarred scout walked right past the splintered remains of the eastern siding, hauled a pair of battered wooden crates over to the workbench, and kicked one toward the carpenter with a dry, metallic clatter."Drop it? It’s three-year-old orchard sour, Miller. I risked a Westminster bullet and half my own skin pulling this cask out from under Vance’s secondary supply mule before your little workshop turned into a pile of kindling," Kael retorted, pulling the wooden spile from his pocket with his teeth and driving it home into the bung with a sharp tap of his palm.A
Chapter 117: Whispers by the Well
"Keep your eyes on the winch, you twitchy rat. One slip and the bucket drops straight to the bottom, and nobody here feels like diving into three fathoms of cold stone water just to fish out your mistakes."Old Martha’s voice cracked like a dry hickory switch across the flagstones of the central square. She slammed her wooden wash-tub down onto the damp earth with enough force to send a splash of soapy water over the hem of her apron.The cowering youth—the same pale-faced boy from the northern trial whose tunic still hung loose over his ribs like a stray dog's pelt—flinched violently. His knuckles, raw and reddened from hours of gripping rough hemp rope, tightened around the iron handle."I'm watching it, mistress," the boy whispered, his voice trembling so badly the syllables rattled together. "I didn't mean to—""You don't mean to do a lot of things, and yet the wood rots, the water runs foul, and the smoke on the ridge gets thicker every damn hour," Martha snapped, leaning her wei
Chapter 116: The Iron Hook
"If you drop that crossbar one more inch, Miller, I'm going to start charging you rent for the floor space," Marcus growled, his breathing coming in sharp, shallow pants as his fingers slipped against the slick, oiled iron of the newly forged brace.Miller didn't slacken his grip on the heavy timber, his broad back bowed under the dead weight of the oak-and-steel assembly. "Hold your tongue and lift your side, commander, unless you want the eastern gate to swing open like a barn door the next time a Westminster patrol leans against it."Marcus gritted his teeth, his injured shoulder screaming in protest as he forced his muscles to contract. He heaved upward, the metal brackets clinking loudly against the mounting plates. "It’s bolted. Secure it."Miller slammed the final locking pin home with a heavy, satisfying clack, then straightened up slowly, wiping a smear of soot and sweat across his forehead with his forearm. He squinted sideways at the commander, his gaze dropping instantly t
Chapter 115: The Ledger’s Weight
"If you bring me another casualty report with ink this faded, Fabian, I'm going to assume you're writing with ditch water and charge you for the parchment," Evelyn said, sliding the consolidated loss report across the scarred pine table of the command hall with a sharp rap of her fingernails.Fabian didn't look up from his desk, his quill scratching furiously against a fresh sheet of rag paper. "The ink supply is finite, Evelyn, unlike your capacity for administrative harassment. That report accounts for every single lost pound of salt pork, every splintered fence rail, and every drop of spilled blood from the Westminster raid.""And it also proves we have exactly twelve days of grain left before we're chewing on our own boot leather," Evelyn replied, planting both hands flat on the edge of the desk and leaning forward until her eyes locked with his. "We cannot survive a second coordinated assault without outside trade, Fabian. Our stores are hollow.""Trade requires a functioning cur
Chapter 114: Shadows on the Ridge
"A signal fire?" Marcus demanded, his hand locking tighter around the pommel of his short sword as he crossed the distance between the planting beds and the guard post in three long strides. "Are you certain it isn't brush clearing? A controlled burn?""At dawn? On the highest ridge overlooking our supply lines?" Kael didn't lower his crossbow, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the treeline beyond the palisade. "It’s burning in a triple-stack configuration. That’s Westminster military code for a localized holding pattern. Vance isn't packing up his camp. He's cementing it.""Damn it," Marcus muttered, his jaw tightening so hard a muscle feathered in his cheek. "We cleared the eastern siding yesterday. We thought we had bought ourselves a week to breathe.""Vance doesn't care about your construction schedule," Kael retorted, his voice entirely flat, stripped of any warmth. He lowered the heavy wooden bow just enough to glance sidelong at the commander. "I've seen this exact maneuver thre
Chapter 113: Roots and Regrets
"If you throw another jagged chunk of granite into my planting beds, Marcus, I'm going to start charging you rent for the privilege of destroying my soil," Lily snapped, not even looking up from her kneeling position in the damp, churned earth.Marcus dropped a massive grey rock with a heavy, hollow thud that sent a small spray of dark loam over the edge of the wooden planter box. He rested his hands on his hips, his breathing slightly elevated from the physical strain. "You're welcome to trade places with me, Lily, if you think hauling foundation stones is easier than untangling three weeks of frost-killed roots and Westminster boot prints.""At least my rocks don't crush my winter greens," Lily retorted, her fingers caked with rich earth as she gently brushed aside a tangled mass of shattered glass and crushed stems. "Look at this. Half a row of my prized winter-hardy turnip starts, flattened into paste by your lovely defensive maneuvers.""The alternative was letting Vance's patrol
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