They left deep footprints within the snow as they trudged through it. There was no other way of moving forwards. The snow was too deep to do anything else. It made nobility and the common people a little more alike.
The coat was hardly an opponent for the snow. It did what it could to fight the wind but it still found its way to his skin and bones. He did not talk, just held Edith close as they marched on. When they reached the small stables he shut the door tightly behind them. "Are you all right, my darling?" he asked when he turned back towards her.