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Ethelwyn wishes Mouse a happy birthday

Sir Sigefrith had recommended that they climb up to the top of the tower.

Sir Sigefrith had recommended that they climb up to the top of the tower. He had not been able to resist observing gravely: “It’s quite tall, this time of year,” for which Ethelwyn supposed he had been punished by little feet or little fists as soon as the tower door had closed behind them.

But once on high, Ethelwyn could not help but wonder whether Sir Sigefrith wished him dead: the low wall was at the same height as the wall along the bridge at Nothelm, and if he attempted to squirm away from Mouse as he had last time, he would most likely fall to his death.

Ethelwyn comes into the crowded room

Haakon was far louder than Lord Cynewulf, although later.

Haakon, constrained neither by any deep-seated code of etiquette nor by the self-consciousness of finding himself in another’s house, was far louder than Lord Cynewulf, although later.

“Mouse! Wyn! Look who’s here! Wyn! I mean Ethelwyn-Wyn! Oh!”

Ethelwyn gets past the door

He crept meekly up to the great door.

Ethelwyn did not think he could permit himself to creep around to one of the servants’ entrances. That would have been too far beneath Sir Egelric’s steward, even if he had only come in the guise of a messenger for Sir Malcolm’s wife.

Thus he crept meekly up to the great door, behind which he could already hear the muffled sounds of loud conversation and laughter: clearly, though Sir Malcolm’s presence ought to have been evidence enough, this was no simple family supper.

Ethelwyn gets past the gate

This time he had found the answer.

Ethelwyn had left his horse in Sir Malcolm’s shed so that he could use the walk to think of what he might do or say, and this time he had found the answer. He would go to the gate and tell the guard that he had a message for Sir Malcolm.

Sir Malcolm might come to hear it, or the guard or some other servant might carry it to him directly, but certainly Ethelwyn himself could not disturb the family. If there was a party in honor of Mouse’s birthday, be it the simplest family supper, he could not and would not impose himself. Indeed, he had come to this conclusion so quickly that he might have taken his horse after all.

Mother Curran arranges things

Ethelwyn now regretted not having used his hour on horseback to think of some business.

Ethelwyn now regretted not having used his hour on horseback to think of some “business” he could transact in order to have an explanation to present to his master when he returned home. That hour had certainly not permitted him to think of something coherent to say to the girl when he saw her, and since he was not to see her anyway, it would have been wasted even if he had.

Paying a short visit to Lady Iylaine and Sir Malcolm was not the sort of excuse he could present to Sir Egelric—if he did, he would surely be in for several days’ teasing about his sudden passion for the Warty Mother—but it would at least give him a chance to warm up his aching ears while he thought of another.

Ethelwyn fails at mental arithmetic

It was absurd to think that a man could finish so much work in one day.

It was absurd to think that a man could finish so much work in one day—simply impossible. There were the rents and the leases to revise and collect, the new servants to be hired and the old to have their wages fixed for the next quarter, widows and orphans to be pensioned, debts and crimes to be forgiven… there had even been the matter of the plow that had simply vaporized overnight if the farmers in charge of it were to be believed.

No man could do so much work in one day, and an honest one would not go out in the evening if he had not finished his work. Therefore it was absurd to think he would go out—simply impossible. So he had told himself all through the day.

Ethelwyn gets permission

'What's going on in here?'

“What’s going on in here?” Ethelwyn asked.

“We’re playing with our Da!” Gils announced.

Wynna begins to see how happy she will be

Wynna closed her eyes and let the damp heat of the steaming dishwater throb over her cheeks.

Her mother said that there was a reason why the prettiest girls were those who worked a little but did not drudge: they were just active enough to keep their faces and bodies from sagging, yet not so over-worked that they became scrawny and sallow; just busy enough that they had neither the scornful sneers of indolent girls nor the scowls of harried housewives. And, her mother said, early morning air and the steam of cooking and cleaning were a more efficient beauty treatment than any of the potions and lotions concocted by the wise woman.

Brinstan presumes to remind

There were very few men left alive who had been born in the last millennium, but Lord Brinstan’s grandfather and namesake was one of them. The elder Brinstan was old enough to have been his wife’s father and his daughter Githa’s grandfather, but he had outlived them both.

At eighty-four, he was old enough to have been young Brinstan's great-grandfather.

At eighty-four, he could have been young Brinstan’s great-grandfather, but he was still spry enough to have walked out to the stables to meet Brinstan and his brother Ethelmer when they had visited him that day. The day was the anniversary of his wife’s birth, and it was only the second time it had come around since her death. Both times Brinstan had made a point of spending it with him so he would not have to spend it alone.

Pol confesses a crime

Saralla was finding that the older she became, the less sleep she needed.

Saralla was finding that the older she became, the less sleep she needed. Many winter nights she would not take to her bed until stars had risen that those who had retired early would not see again until the summer.

She was aware that acting as her companion in the evenings was therefore not a duty the ladies looked forward to, and she did take a certain perverse pleasure in the fact.

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