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.Nylah supposed his hands were rough and calloused.His face was brown from the sun.He spent most days outdoors.She could tell.His cage was much larger than the birds, but a cage none-the-less.“Will you return home … to the isles?” asked Finn.“Yes.My mother and father thought it would be a learning experience to see the realms.”“Do you like the realms?”“They are different.”“That’s a pleasant way of saying you’re ready to leave.”“I miss home.You understand,” Nylah said.She realized that Finn had no home the moment she spoke.“Unfortunately, no.However, I imagine that I would miss home.”Finn and Nylah stared at each other in an awkward silence.“My name is Nylah.”“I'm Finn.”“It is a pleasure to meet you, Finn.”Chapter 4The Coming StormFinn passed through the crowds towards the castle’s bake house.His mind raced with thoughts of Nylah.He thought of so many things he should have said to her.He wished he could relive their time at the mew.Finn hoped to rise early enough the next day to see her off.He would find a reason to be nearby.Finn was excited.He wanted to tell someone about it.His excitement turned to hunger.He realized he had not eaten since the early afternoon.His stomach made a hollow moan.Margery is working the ovens today.Biscuits with honey and bacon.The smell of the bake house always warmed his spirit.The bake house was made of thick slabs of wood.They made the building itself seem small.The wood was oiled a deep golden brown.There was a soft glow from the windows.The bake house had two large doors in front.They bore the red falcon crest of Castle Red.“And just exactly what would you be wanting?” said a middle-aged woman, as Finn entered.She was comely for her age, but quite tired.Dough was stained on her shirt and apron.Her blonde hair was pulled back in a knot.She had hazel eyes that were quite kind.“Don’t be coy, Margery.I’m here for your famous breads … and pleasant conversation,” said Finn, as he grabbed a roll from the counter.The bake house was one large room with a loft above.The ovens were always on and the smells of honey filled the room and drifted out into village.The floor was made from wide stones that had been sanded flat.A thin layer of flour blew across the stones with each footstep.Ingredients and utensils were strewn about but never lost.There was an odd sense of comfort and order in the bake house.It was, in large part, due to Margery.“Flattery, Finn … it will get you food from me anytime,” said Margery.She was actually pleased to have a visitor.She quite enjoyed Finn.She tossed some strips of pork and a small vanilla bun at him.He hopped onto the counter and began to eat.“It may storm later,” said Finn.“Good.We could use a rain.”“Almost a warm chill to the air,” said Finn.“Perhaps we will be having a dry rain,” she smiled at him.“What has you so set this evening? You almost look happy … excited.”“The Baron has visitors it seems,” said Finn.“The Baron always has visitors.What is it to you, though?” she asked.She knew before he even spoke.Margery had known him for far too long to have to guess at his thoughts.He wasn’t her son, but he would do.“I met a woman.She's from the isles.I didn’t ask but probably the coast of Hythor,” said Finn.“And …”“Her name is Nylah.She had … beautiful green eyes.I’ve never seen such green,” Finn said to Margery, as much as to himself.“Ah … go on,” Margery filled two wooden cups with apple wine for them.“She wanted to see the mew.We ended up talking about much more.It's strange.She's the first free person to speak to me … as a person … an equal.” The wine had a light sprinkling of cinnamon.It warmed Finn’s face.“So you saw a highborn woman with beautiful green eyes, did you? She was smitten with you, Finn.No highborn woman wants to see birds squawking about.She wanted to talk with you.At least it seems you made the most of the encounter” Margery said, as she laughed and tossed a piece of dough at him.“Ha.Maybe you’re right.I never even considered it.I’m in servitude to a king I’ve never met and smitten with a highborn who leaves tomorrow,” Finn said, as he drank the last of his wine.“I didn’t mean it like that, Finn.It was a jest is all,” Margery said.She drew him close putting both her warm hands against his face.Finn looked down.“Look at my eyes, boy.” He looked up.“I serve just as you.I haven’t a husband nor a child.”“The fault isn’t of your own,” Finn felt shame creep up his throat.“This is true.The king is at fault.but, I am as much at fault.I have taken what I was given,” she said.“You had no choice,” replied Finn.“I’m here.I could have left.There are places beyond the reach of a king,” she whispered.“Please, Margery.I’m sorry,” said Finn.He looked around to ensure no one had heard her.Tongues were removed for far less.“You deserve more,” her eyes became moist, “you deserve a young lady with green eyes … and a home with children.”“I have you,” said Finn.He felt his face go flush.“That you do, love,” she said, kissing his forehead.Margery’s heart felt heavy with regret for them both.Perhaps, in another life she would be his mother and he her son.They could see the realms in all their glory as free folk, however, not in this life.This life was different … much different.“Come, forgive me … let’s have more wine.I want to hear more about this highborn woman.”Finn smiled at her.He hoisted himself up on the thick wooden counter.It caused a cloud of dough and flour to lift into the air.Margery turned to get what remained of the apple wine [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]