The Lower Ward
The west side of the Castle is dubbed the Lower Ward, and consists of two principal parts. First and most importantly is St. George’s Chapel, on the north side of the courtyard. Second, are the buildings associated with the Order of the Garter, including the offices and residences of the deans, canons, and clerks. At the west end of the Ward sits the Horseshoe Cloister, a two-story building of red brick criss-crossed by dark wood beams, which houses the Chapel’s clergymen. Behind the Cloister rises Curfew Tower, which houses the Castle bells as well as a former dungeon. Along the south side of the Lower Ward are the lodgings of the ‘Poor Knights’, a group of eighteen military veterans who enjoy the King’s hospitality in exchange for their daily prayers on his behalf and their support of the Order and the Chapel. The Lower Ward also boasts two platforms of brass cannons as part of the Castle’s fortifications. All of this surrounds the courtyard itself, a grassy clearing delineated by a number of dirt pathways, along which the denizens of the Ward hurry from dawn til dusk as they perform their various duties.
The Lower Ward housed the barracks for the Life Guard and the gentlemen troopers could be seen frequently doing their exercises in the early morning, a new discipline having been enforced since May. It allowed spectators to watch these fine men on display, inspiring the troopers to their best effort.
Mulgrave was exiting the Order of the Garter office when he spied Baintree passing by. Richard looked the other way in pretence of not having seen John, he did not want to make a scene. But Mulgrave, with good intentions, thought to seize the moment. Altering his course, he stepped quickly and called, 'Lord Baintree, may I have a moment."
Reluctantly Richard halted and turned, the cross words between them two nights ago still tasting bitter to his mouth. "Yes?"
This was not easy, but he'd promised Mary, and written to Davina, he had to press forward for the women's sake. "I wished to apologise..." that was the worst of it over, though the more difficult part came next.
Richard had not expected an apology, the terse words from his sister had suggested that rather he owed Mulgrave an apology. Interest piqued, he gave a small smile and nod. "It had been a long day, we were all tired no doubt."
With this faint encouragement, John moved to stand near Richard. "Quite quite, and the strains of looking after the fairer sex is troubling, I can understand your concern, though I would reassure you that my eye is entirely taken with Lady Mary, whom I have asked to become my wife. Your sister, for her part, was but a gentle protector of Lady Mary's honour, and in no way entrenched in a conspiracy of an ill kind."