Autumn had set into Hydrogia and Sir Trenton informed that most of the season would be spent preparing for winter. The mornings were unbelievably cold and it usually rained at some point during the day.
The sky was grey and the world felt moody, but anyone who had lived in Hydrogia knew that this was the normal progression of seasons.
To think that peasants were the only ones who worked hard turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth.
For the past few weeks, Henry had been working until his last bit of energy was spent each day.
His original doubt that he could eat three square meals per day was no longer there. After so much work, he felt like a ravenous beast at all times.
In the morning Henry had been taken from drills and told that he needed to chop wood before the rain set in for the day so that the logs wouldn't get soaked and be useless to them when winter set in.
