"It is not the water they should fear," Matthias said, stepping into the light. He pointed toward the treeline where the orange flicker of a campfire danced. "Mercenaries. They followed you from the tavern in Bonn. They know about the chests."
The parchment felt heavy in Elias’s hands, the wax seal of the Duke still cold against his thumb. He stood on the edge of the Rhine, the gray water churning with the spring melt. In the distance, the spires of Cologne rose like jagged teeth against a bruised sky. Ulf Schiewe Sonstiges 4 BГјcher 7z
"We cannot wait for the boat," Elias whispered. He grabbed the mule’s bridle. "It is not the water they should fear,"
By the time the sun climbed over the Rhine the following morning, the "Four Books" were safe inside the cathedral walls, their secrets intact, and the history of the Rhine had been rewritten by the stroke of a pen rather than the edge of a blade. 📚 About Ulf Schiewe's Work They followed you from the tavern in Bonn