Sigefrith returns with news for Estrid
Sigefrith jogged down the long corridor of the castle in search of his wife, but the first ladies he encountered were his cousin Synne and her sister-in-law.
“Ladies!” he bowed.
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Aefen laughed aloud, and his mother suddenly squeezed him tightly against her.
“He looks so like my brother!” Leila gasped.
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Iylaine scrambled to her feet, but the elf did not move.
It was not Vash. Somehow she had known at once that it was not Vash, even before she looked.
Iylaine despairs
Iylaine dropped the short branch she was using as a torch into the ashy pit. There was a small pile of wood nearby, and she tossed in a few sticks as well, after lighting them in her hand. That would do for light.
She did not see what she had hoped to see. Her body drooped in disappointment.
Matilda dreads the dawn
“You shall sleep tomorrow night,” Leofric said.
Matilda lifted her head. “Why?”
Gunnilda has a birthday visit
“Happy birthday!” Bertie crowed as he came through the door with his fistful of flowers.
“Oh, Bertie! What nonsense!”
It is done
Matilda’s body lay as if she had already quit it. He was still on top of her, still inside of her, but the sea-like ebb and rise of his breathing had slowed in her ear.
Still, he supported his weight on his arms. He did not sleep. If he slept, if he sank down upon her, he would suffocate her, she thought, and she would die.
Matilda comes to Leofric
Leofric shuddered like a man in a fever. He was living now; his living self had come back to meet him here as soon as he had arrived.
Living without Matilda was living naked and raw, like a chick pried too early from its shell. It was like a night passed in a fever, where the hours seemed to crawl, and where one would give anything for relief, or even only to see morning again.
Leofric comes back to himself
Leofric watched himself walk down the narrow corridor. His body had been like an awkward puppet at first, but now it moved almost on its own. He spoke almost without thinking, and he worked as if he were another man under his own orders.
It was the only way he could live. His mind—his soul—his true, living self always surged ahead across the span of hours that separated him from dinner. It was only at dinner that he lived; the rest of the time he waited, and his body worked and spoke and slept and gradually caught up with him until they met again at dinner of the following day.
Hilda is satisfied
“Oh, dear!” Hilda laughed as she came in. “Matilda and Maire already here! How I do lose track of time when I start flirting with my father-in-law!”
In truth, her father-in-law had not seemed particularly eager to flirt today, and Hilda now believed she saw why. Matilda was looking her old self, with her hair long and loose, her ruby circlet on her head, and her breasts nearly spilling out of one of her crimson gowns.
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