Gunnilda comes home

Gunnilda found Alwy in the bedroom, walking to and fro in the dawn light with baby Gytha on his shoulder.
“She’s sleeping, Alwy,” she sighed. “You can stop walking now.”

Gunnilda found Alwy in the bedroom, walking to and fro in the dawn light with baby Gytha on his shoulder.
“She’s sleeping, Alwy,” she sighed. “You can stop walking now.”

Bertie chuckled to himself as he read. The book was not particularly funny, but he was thinking of how he would make Dunstan look stupid on the next occasion, for his lord had loaned him the precious book of riddles that none of the boys had ever been allowed to have to himself.
His lord had learned that he had given up his gingerbread doll to Gwynn after Yware had made off with hers, and as a reward for his gallantry, he had the riddle book for the evening.

Cenwulf found Edris and Baldwin in the little sitting room in the northwest tower when he arrived home.
The room had once belonged to his daughters, but he had had it divided into two, and the smaller room, presently her bedroom, would be Baldwin’s after their wedding. The larger he had furnished in a hurry for her, since there were no comfortable rooms in the castle but his bedroom and office in the northeast tower—and he could not open Colburga’s room.

Matilda lay on the couch Ethelmund had made for her and which Egelric knew well, but he was not prepared for the rest of the room. It had the mark of Ethelmund everywhere—which was to say that it had the mark of Leila. She had shown the man how rooms were furnished in her country so that he might make her own castle a little more like home. But Egelric had never expected to find Matilda in a Saracen den.
“Oh, Egelric,” she smiled as she noticed him in the doorway. “What took you so long? How do you like my bedroom?”

“Good morning, dearest!” Githa chirped. To her surprise, she found Maud already seated in a chair before the fire, though she had not dressed, and her hair was a bit wild. Still, this was progress.
“I’m so happy to see you up this morning,” she continued. “I wonder whether it is because you know what day it is. Do you?”

Cenwulf had heard a woman’s voice cooing to the baby as he came down the hall, but he had thought it was the nurse. Behind the door, however, he found Baldwin with Edris.
It was the first night the four of them—he, Baldwin, Edris, and Brandt—would spend at his castle. Raedwald had already confided Edris to Brandt and gone off to Ireland as he had originally planned.

“Baby? Sleeping?”
The girl did not answer, and Egelric wrapped his blanket around himself and prepared to go to sleep as well, satisfied. She had, apparently, giggled herself to sleep.

“I thought I should see thee here sooner or later,” Father Brandt chuckled when he opened the door.
“I hope it isn’t too late,” Cenwulf said.

“Malcolm!” Iylaine cried as she rushed into the stable. She thought she had seen Malcolm riding over the downs!
“Oh, Baby!” he groaned.

The forest was eerily silent at this time of year and at this time of night. There were no crickets and no frogs to chirp and peep, and the animals of a pine forest were a quiet lot as they scurried over a bed of needles instead of the crisp, newly fallen leaves of the forests lower down in the valley.
This silence suited Egelric very well. He was going down to the lakeside from the camp where the workers still diced and drank and laughed and sang, but the pine branches filtered the sounds that came down from the hills until, by the time he arrived at the shore, the air had been purified into silence again.
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