All mornin' He has me there in the word-hoard. Questions, over an' over, as if I aint already told Him all I was rememberin'. Least i got a drink of His wine. so now I know what Gyth gets.
I says I seen the helm -giffer three times. thats all. big man, nose like someone got very angry once and give him a swipe. Aint suprised, with the nose and that bit outta his lip he looks like a damn brawler. A bad man ter get on yer tail, probably even worse ter have in front of yer. I mean... look at the height in him! Biggest man outside the mearc I seen, who aint one of our riders. So of course I remembers him. Don't forget a big un like that.
So I -knows- when I seen him ... talked to him too. last time he was with his scruffy band over in the chetwood. trying to steal the coneys out of my snares! No honour, folk like them. Same day they tries to run me out of the wood ... I aint interested in working on their patch. I told him affore, when I met him in Bree, I aint interested. They can have the stinky old town and welcome to it.
Gyth's burnt man gives me one of His stares. Feel a bit like one of m'own conies. So i tells Him again, I am sure, really sure, that he is the helm-giffer, the one I sold them helms to. An' yes, far up north, right up where them big tall grim men live .. the one's Gyth thinks are so bloody marvellous.
I should remember, aint often I gets so much silver for such stuff. Stupid wealas. Fer all he got his own gang, he don't know much about the price o'things.
Then He gives me one of His smiles. Seems suddenly that I'm a clever lass an' a good one too. feh .. it aint like I haven't already told Him all of this affore. Still, I gets some more wine out of it, he gives me that last bit of the bottle to take away. I were so suprised ... iffen I could only remember what i agreed to when i took it.
