Egelric asks for help
Egelric stared up at the elf from under his heavy brows. “Who let you in here?”
“Your steward, I believe it is,” Vash said. “The man with the curly hair.”
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Aengus tells the rest
Egelric had just succeeded in distracting his boys with an idea for a game and maneuvering his very pregnant wife onto his lap when his cousin Aengus came into the hall.
“Aengus!” Lili cried. “How sweet!”
Theobald comes to Eadwyn's defense
Theobald glanced over his shoulder at the sound of someone coming into the hall. It was not, as he had feared, Eadwyn come back to add another argument; nor was it, as he had dreaded, Ana come to sob and plead with him. It was only his father-in-law.
“Osfrey.”
Brinstan picks the daffodil
Lord Brinstan peeked around the edge of the doorframe. The Princess was alone, idly lifting and dropping the sleeve of one of the dresses that were spread out on her bed. She did not have the look of a girl who could not decide which gown to wear, but rather one who could not make herself care. The Princess he used to know had never cared much about dresses, but that Princess never would have wasted a sunny April afternoon picking at them, either.
He took a step back so he could stride in properly.
Aengus arrives late
Maire was trying to convince herself that she was hearing only the ordinary creaking of her house. The previous days had been stormy, but that afternoon the wind had blown up from the south and chased the clouds away. The sound, she told herself, was only the sound of damp floorboards drying.
Her self protested that the sound came only from the boards directly over the window across the room, and she countered that it was because the ceiling there was particularly damp, and she had an especially hot fire in her room to replace the warmth of her husband’s body—though it pained her to admit it, even to herself.
Aengus and Lena are discovered
“I don’t hear anything,” Aengus whispered after a long silence.
“Whisht!” Lena hissed.
Ethelwyn tells someone
Ethelwyn had heard a muffled thumping as he crossed the hall, but as he turned the corner it changed into the sound of bare little feet slapping across a wooden floor: Brunhilde had just left the warmth of the rug at high speed to meet him halfway.
Aengus promises
For the first night and day and the second night, Aengus had believed it best to sleep in turns. They had the girl’s cloak and his own, and the two together made some semblance of a bed—for one.
But he had found it difficult to sleep with Lena sitting beside him, watching him, still as a cadaver; and he found it even more difficult to work on a means of escape when she lay there watching him, unable or unwilling to sleep, her little blonde head peering out from beneath the leaves she had piled over herself.
Vash thinks like a naughty child
“He’s here,” Tashnu said softly.
“I hear his fire,” his brother replied.
It is down for Aengus
The days were lengthening, and in only a week they would again be longer than the nights. Spring was almost upon them. Already a man would start thinking about his supper even before the sun had gone down, and it was supper that had been on Sir Aengus’s mind at that twilit moment when his horse had spooked and shied.
Now, as he opened his eyes, he found that night had fallen, and a miserable, dank, cold, and airless night it seemed. The world would still be in the clutch of winter for another seven days.
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