Jackson and Sir Maxwell had been on the road for some time now, and they still hadn’t reached Bourne.
Recently the weather had become a lot less predictable. The only reliable element of the weather was the temperature, which had been dropping steadily for some time now.
Recent snowfall had made their journey a lot slower as it was hard to walk in the fresh snow.
“How m-m-m-much further?” asked Jackson, his teeth chattering with the cold.
“It’s still a way off, but we’ll never make it all the way to Bourne in this cold.” Said the old man, although if he was as cold as Jackson, he certainly hid it well.
“We need to find somewhere warm, and get some heat back in to our bones. Do you still have that map of yours?”
Jackson’s trembling hands produced the battered parchment from his pocket.
“Here we go. The Duke” said the Lion Knight.
“Who’s t-t-the Duke?” asked Jackson.
“Not who. What. The Duke is a tavern, and it’s not too far from here. We’ll get a warm bed for the night and hopefully meet a friendly face... or at least a familiar one”, said Sir Maxwell, pointing to their new destination.
“Come on lad, let’s get a move on before you freeze to death. It shouldn’t take long.”
“Sounds g-g-good to me.” Said Jackson, and with that they were off again, and heading to their new destination.