"Mum,Dad,I know I've been behaving terribly and I can see how I've upset you.But I-"Her mother stopped her with an impatient gesture."It's to late for that,Maddie.We've given you one chance after an other,and you've continued to do as you please and flout our authority.Well our patience is finally at an end.our minds are made up."

And that was that,Maddie thought. She knew her mother well enough to know that Cassandra had a will of iron and would not be deterred from the path,once she chosen it. Maddie took a deep breath and waited for the word."We've decided," Horace said "to send you to Will as an apprentice." Maddie heart leapt.She kept her eyes cast down,not wanting her parents to see the sudden light of pleasure that she knew would be all too obvious.Waiting a few seconds until she had herself under control she looked up at them,suddenly fearful that she had mistaken what Horace had said.

"Will?"she said tentatively."You mean Uncle Will?" "Yes,Will.Your godfather.We are going to ask him to take you on as an apprentice and train you as a Ranger."

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It had been a poor harvest in Scandinavia Estate.The wheat crop had been meager at best, and the apple orchards had been savaged by a blight that left three-quarters of the fruit blemished and rotting on the trees. As a result, the share farmers, gram laborers, orchard Isra and fruit pickers were facing hard times, with three months before the next harvest, during which time they would have nowhere near enough to eat.

Squire Dennis of Scandinavia Manor was a kindhearted man. He was also a practical one and while his kindhearted nature urged him to help his needy tenants, his practical side recognized such an action as good business. If his farmers and laborers went hungry,chances were they would move away , in search of work in a less stricken region. Then, when good times returned to Scandinavia Estate, there would be insufficient workers available to reap the harvest. Dennis had acquired considerable wealth over the years and could ride out the hard times ahead. But he knew that such an option wasn't available to his workers. According, he decided to invest some of his accumulated wealth in them. He set up a worker's kitchen, which he paid for himself

And opened it to the needy who lived on his estate. In that way, he ensured that his people received at least one good meal a day. It was nothing fancy usually a soup or porridge made from oats. But it was hot and nourishing and filling and he was confident that the cost would be more than repaid by the continuing loyalty of his tenants and laborers. The kitchen was in the parkland in front of the manor house. It consisted of rows of trestle table and benches and a large serving awnings stretched over poles them, creating a large marquee. The sides were left open. In bad weather, this often meant that the wind and rain blew around the tables. But farm folk are of hardy stock and arrangement was far better than eating in the opening.

In fact, " kitchen" was a misnomer. All the cooking was done in the vast kitchen inside the manor house and the food was carried out to be served to the hungry tenants and Their families. The estate workers understood that the food was provided free of charge. But is was a matter of principle that any who could afford of a few copper coins, or of produce a brace of rabbits or a wild duck taken at the pond.

The kitchen operated for the tow hours leading up to dusk ensuring that the workers could enjoy a night's sleep without the hanging pains of hunger in bellies. It was almost dusk when a strange face pushed his way through to the serving table. He was a big man with shoulder length blond hair. He was wearing wagoner's leather vest and a pair of thick gauntlets were tucked into his belt ,alongside the scabbard that held a heavy-bladed dagger