The day of the winter solstice arrived quickly. Whole cows and sheep were put on roasting spits, with the vast majority of them ending up in Sophia's stomach. Barrel after barrel of wine had their wooden plugs popped and were poured down the throats of the High Cliff Castle Warriors.
The bonfires throughout High Cliff Castle blazed from morning until the following day, never once extinguished.
Sounds of joy and laughter filled the air above High Cliff Castle. Even the slaves were given a day off, and each was allocated a cup of fruit wine and some meat.
They raised their cups as if sharing in the glory, drinking the fruit wine together with the companions beside them, filled with anticipation for the future.
Although they were still slaves in High Cliff Castle and had to work every day, they no longer had to worry about food or warmth. Life was immeasurably better than before.
