That chilly morning, Bri got out of bed slowly, she was a little dizzy. Draping a blanket, from the food of the bed, around her shoulders, she sleepily trudged out of the bedroom into the main salon on her way to start a fire in the kitchen. As she rounded the table in the middle of the room, she nearly jumped back into the room behind her. There on the woven rug of greens and blues was a turtle. Soon as her heart stopped racing, she patted the little fellow on his head and said, "Go on back, I know why you are here, tell our Lady I will make my way to the Manor directly." Then the young woman hurried to the kitchen, cold milk and bread would suffice for breakfast that morning. She dressed quickly and headed out the door of their cottage, wondering if her husband had received a summons as well.
