“Not far. Do you want me to carry you?” Big Joseph brushed the snow off his son’s nose.
“If’n I can piggy back.” He jumped up and down, stamping the snow off his oversize boots.
“Up you go!” Quicker than you could say Dargrim, he swung Little Joseph up onto his shoulders. “all set?”
“Yes, sir.” He looked around. “I can see forever and more from up here, Da!”
“Can you see the castle?”
Little Joseph shaded his eyes and stared ahead. “I think so. But maybe not. I don’t know.” He hung his head. “Sorry, Da.”
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