Cenric is distracted while on duty

Ana giggled breathlessly. “Don’t drop me!” she whispered.
“I won’t drop you,” Cenric smiled. “I want to see how far I have to tip you before you pour out of your dress.”

Ana giggled breathlessly. “Don’t drop me!” she whispered.
“I won’t drop you,” Cenric smiled. “I want to see how far I have to tip you before you pour out of your dress.”

Sigefrith was chuckling at Colban’s chatter as he carried him up the stairs to the bedroom, but he and Colban both stopped short when they came through the curtains and saw Maud standing in the window, where the cradle had been.
“Mama,” Colban murmured with quiet longing, and then turned his head abruptly away from her and laid it on his Papa’s shoulder.

He wasn’t here.
Maud stood transfixed for a breathless moment, here where his cradle should have been, and then she began to whimper. Without his voice to guide her, she had to figure everything out herself, and it was so hard.

“Hallo, Baby,” Malcolm said softly. Something about the look of her made him feel as if he ought to speak softly.
“Oh, hallo, Malcolm.” She lay on the couch before the fire, alone, without even the pretense of sewing laid aside to excuse her idleness. He knew she had only been staring into the flames. Perhaps for hours.

Theobald looked up. He knew this place.
The canopy of evergreen branches far overhead was as dense as a roof, and only rarely could he see the sky as he walked, and then only a tiny patch, exposing perhaps a single star.

Eadgith looked up from the fire in the King’s empty hall as the great doors opened.
“My baby!” her father cried. “This is a lovely surprise.”

“Pardon me, sir.”
Sigefrith turned before he had a chance to recognize the voice, and was startled to come nose-to-tremendous-nose with Egelric Wodehead.

Little Lord Cynewulf was not amused.
Matilda laughed aloud to see the corners of his small mouth turn into a frown and his eyebrows straighten into lines of long-suffering. She could almost hear him say, “Jupiter, Matilda! Have you quite finished?”

“Sigefrith, do you mean to fall asleep there?” Estrid giggled. “Are you become an old man so suddenly, which falls asleep before the fire after his supper?”
Eadgith smiled at her brother, who reclined on the bench beside hers. He did not seem to be asleep, but dreaming, certainly. It was a shame that Estrid should rouse him.

Cenwulf stopped just outside the doorway. Edris was singing softly to her baby, and he hated to interrupt her. It was true what she had said in the beginning about knowing how to sing, and furthermore she had proven herself to be a very good mother, despite not having had the training for it. He had been able to make her happy at least in this: in giving her this little daughter.
“How will you ever get her to sleep if you sing to her, Edris?” he asked after she had finished singing. “She will want to stay awake to hear the entire song.”
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