Ethel

The sweetest moments of a day are the dawn, where you wake up refreshed after a dreamless and peaceful sleep. As the night kisses me goodbye and the morning embraces me as an old friend, I rise up with a vigour I have not felt for some time now.

And for this I but repeat Ethel’s own words, as she told it to me:

That first week we had Waelden in the bed at home, Ethel and I would sit near him in the evening and talk about all sorts of things. In part it was to soothe our own anxiety over how well his foot would heal. It was to give him some sound in the background he could choose to listen to, or not. And it was to strengthen the bond between us all.

((Follows from 'How to Break a Rider' by Waelden ))

This story continues from The Bancross Mystery: Armament, part one.

Continued from Book of Days: Explaining the Unexplainable by Yllfa.

(Continued from Book of Days:Book of Days: Reading an Entry )
 

“I want to write something for you, Ethel. A sort of secret between you, your papa and me. I know you and I have joked about it in the past. But I have to tell you …

Hild had waited until she had counted all the men leaving the Dragon. There had been eight in the cellar that night. Nine including Paega. He had told them it would be the last meeting for some time. Captain Denholm was keeping an ever closer eye on who entered the village. They had understood, though muttered a little about the curtailing of their ‘sport’.