No one had ever expected anything of Juhel LeGleau. With two older brothers, the chances of him inheriting were minuscule, even in the frontier where sickness could decimate whole families in a single season. With two older sisters in addition to his older brothers, Juhel's father, Onen LeGleau, had long since stopped planning for his children's future.
"You'll understand when you have children of your own, Son," Onen had said when he turned thirteen in the summer and became old enough to serve as a squire only to be told that his father couldn't afford to outfit him for another year or two.
