Chapter 9.3 Wolfgang Plans

By the morning of the next day, both the Manderlys and the Dusins, as well as friends and various authorities in White Harbor were in the city's harbor bidding farewell to their Lord.

"Friends, Family, and generally to all," remarked Wyman Manderly. "Circumstances compelled me to make this unplanned trip, but I will be back soon. During my absence I would like to leave my faithful knight, Ser Bartimus, in the care of the castle."

An elderly looking man, long gray hair, one-eyed and lame took, with difficulty, a step forward.

"It will be a pleasure, My Lord," said the old man in a gruff tone. Wolfgang smelled alcohol on his body, perhaps he was drunk.

Such a nomination was not surprising, Bartimus was one of Lord Wyman's most trusted subordinates, so Wolfgang expected him to be appointed castellan. The other options were Lord Locke or Lord Ramsgate, but they were still in their cities, so they did not seem to be candidates in Wyman's eyes.

'In any case, there will soon be no point in such a nomination soon.'

Wynafryd and Wyman gave each other one last hug, and they all boarded the ship. A large galley that would take them to their destination. One more galley would go with the group to escort them, but in principle they should have no problems. They would follow the same route used by the ships to reach Gulltown while transporting gold. Besides that, few people knew of such a voyage, it was not information that simple pirates could have. If something happened... it would be too much bad luck.

"How long do you think it will take?" asked Wynafryd Dustin to Wolfgang.

"I don't think too long, the boat trip is quick. No more than a couple of weeks, why, do you want to wait for them here by any chance?"

"No need," he said in a low, almost inaudible tone, to which Wolfgang smiled warmly.

"If you want us to stay and wait for them it's no problem. I don't have too much to do these days, so I have time."

"Really!!! Thank you!" the girl exclaimed cheerfully, and gave Wolfgang a tight hug, turning her back to the ship that disappeared into the horizon.

A memory came to Wolfgang's mind, of the conversation he had with Wynafryd in the carriage. 'Indeed, Lady Wynafryd Dustin, of Barrowlands and White Harbor sounds quite nice.'