Eadgith sees her father

Eadgith smiled contentedly down into the drawer. She had more beautiful dresses now, at one time, than she had ever had in all of her life put together. Her mother said that she had had pretty dresses when she was very small, but of course she could not remember these, and so they did not count.
Her mother had often told her about the “good days” when the handsome castle at Hwaelnaess had been inhabited by her own cousin, and her father had been a great knight who was received by the king, and they had done nothing but dance and ride and feast and play. Work was something to be done by servants.










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