Chapter 5: One Night in Grantville
On the Road from Eisenach, Near Grantville April 3, 1634
Ingrid Wasasdottir took sidelong looks at the weird woman, Maximiliane von Pasqualini, as they approached Grantville. They'd been on the move since dawn. The road was manageable; after last week's heavy snowfall, the weather had improved over the weekend and the sun now sometimes managed to break through the clouds. It was still cold enough that the packed snow couldn't thaw, and gave their horses an acceptable grip.
Ingrid had tried to argue Max into making more and longer stops. It . . .