A month later, there’d been a cripple at the castle who was missing a leg and was too weak to use crutches, pushed around in a small wheelbarrow by his wife. Walter nursed him to strength again, and found him suitable jobs that restored his dignity. In poor taste, Elena reminded Lord Walter of his own words. “I thought you said you didn’t allow half men here.” “Luther is ten times the man of any I’ve ever met. You could get on my shoulders, and I on King Richard’s, and we’d barely reach Luther’s knees.”
