Everythin' is going ter ruin and misery. I aint got no friends, an' Gyth says Wine is her protector now. She wants everythin', she does. She'm already got Bawde, an her Burnt Man... an' now she got Aefenwine too... it aint bloody fair.
An' after she does all that, while I got an ache in my belly from her betrayin' me... master oldgrove comes lookin' fer me. All honey-sweet he is. I ain't sure how he knows where ter find us... mayhap he bin from tavern to tavern lookin'. But whatever he wanted from me, I daren't give him the chance ter speak. Gyth will tell the burnt man i seen the northerner, and I'm fer roastin'...
Tis all his fault, Oldgrove... and gyth o'course. Him because I aint got into Brig Bewiccan ... gyth a-cos she tells her burnt man everything. So I get a big red rage on me, like a warrior staring down offen his horse. An' I tells him ter leave me well alone, like I was Helm hisself, all full of power an' might. He opens his mouth ... says summat about a horse.. but I tells yer I aint havin' it... iffen the burnt man knows I bin speakin' to master oldgrove again ...
Tis the fear that launched my spear at him. when I looked though, it weren't a spear I threw... an' I weren't Helm. Just a red haired lass, and master oldgrove covered in a pint of Lizbeth's ale.
