Northgyth

(This tale happens on the way to the market described by Duncadda in his tale The Bancross Mystery: Problems and Pains. )

A few days after my visit to Northgyth concerning the apothecary, a letter was delivered to our door. My reading was progressing so that I could clearly see it was addressed to Waelden. Of course it would be, as most folk thought I had no written words at all.

The following morning we were at Northgyth’s door as soon as could be considered polite. Ymma answered, and ushered us in. Waelden had written a letter explaining we wanted the house, and had sufficient coin in place to make the purchase as soon as Erbrand’s grandson wished. He was ready to ride back into Edoras immediately, if Northgyth would provide an address. 

It was late in the afternoon when I tidied my hair, dusted off my dress, and walked over to pay Northgyth a visit. Ymma opened the door to me, and ushered me in as a welcome visitor. 

“Have you come for something, Yllfa, or do you want…”

Although I was happy travelling on occasions, I was not a wanderer at heart. I had dwelt in two homes only. Until I was fourteen my family had all lived in the farmhouse, northwest of Edoras. Then I had lived just outside Harwick with my parents, and my father alone, after my mother had died.  There was the year at Forlaw, which strangely enough had always seemed home to me, far more than Harwick ever had. There were the months in Stangard, which I wish had never occurred.