Henry and Gracie finally spotted a village, but it was already dark and cold. They had been walking along the road practically all day, and Gracie hugged herself, occasionally rubbing her arms to try to warm up.

Henry watched her as the girl’s red lips turned a bluish hue; the night was growing colder by the minute.

Henry looked at his own clothes, searching for something of value that he could use to pay for a night at an inn, at least for her. He had put his coin purse in his ...