After escorting Titon to the entrance of Kirk Street, Edwin saluted him again-
"Steward Titon, it was my honor to welcome you and escort you here.
Lady Anna will guide you the rest of the way.
I hope we meet again."
As he spoke, Edwin lightly tapped his chest once more.
A simple Knight's Salute.
The twenty-four cavalrymen behind him did the same.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed at the street entrance. Titon's expression turned solemn, and he returned the Knight's Salute.
"It was my honor to meet you and your men.
If possible, please visit Harold Manor when you have some free time.
I will do everything I can to make you welcome."
Titon answered with utmost sincerity.
He held these cavalrymen in considerable esteem.
Not only had they fulfilled his dream of something like a triumphant homecoming, but he had also seen hope in them.
Hope for Harold Manor's survival and prosperity.
Otherwise, how would he have dared invite them to visit the manor?
Given the manor's finances, he simply could not afford to entertain them.
The cost of fodder for their warhorses alone would force him to sell every piece of furniture in the two remaining guest rooms upstairs-and that furniture had originally been earmarked to cover the manor's expenses for the next two years.
"Of course!"
Edwin nodded and smiled.
Then he turned and departed with the cavalry.
Titon watched Edwin lead the cavalry away. Only after they had vanished completely did he turn and lead his horse onto Kirk Street.
Then-
The steward's left hand tightened sharply around the reins, while his right gripped his sword hilt.
He had seen Lady Anna.
In the darkness before dawn, a Horror Doll floated amid shadow and gloom.
As dim light flickered across her already hair-raising face, she