Within the late hours of the night Awiergan sat up and was still awake.
The house was dark and the hearth was hot, but Awiergan felt cold.
Sitting upon his bed he intertwined his fingers and stared deep into the dark reaches of the night. He kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
His wife lay sound asleep nearby, she had not once noticed his restlessness that has been gripping her husband of late. Yet in the days he would sleep long.
He thought of all that he wrought to this day, he thought of his past; he thought mostly of his mother. The thoughts of her began to weight heavily upon his mind, pulling and tugging; bitting and gnawing.
And then Awiergan thought again of his home-land to the South.
And old friends that once shared the same goal as he did; desiring to return.
How he missed them all.
Lillika, Edelred, Wulfthred, Hanowyn, Eironwen, Aelden, Rohwenya, Lirwyna and many many other merry folk who he would no longer see. Though some of them gave him grief he could not deny that he missed them. Life was different now, it was dull.
A desire for excitement began to tease him.
And the words
"Forth Eorlingas"
Played within his head as though it were a song.
