Now Haedley's day was slowly coming to an end and he stood bored in the tower as he gazed upon the dry Wolds of the Riddermark. All was uneventful and the othe two guardsmen in the tower were holding a debate concerning the women about Harwick, and though not all their words were couth they were a good way to pass the time. Haedley listened but had little interest in matters that concerned women who are not Melowen. He stooped onto the railings with his chin upon his arms.
