Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
-Lullaby, Wystan Hugh Auden
Sylvia and Kieran sat in silence reading over the latest letters, exchanging one for another at random completions. The sounds of Yearling Brook were hushed in the midday. Both boys were taking naps and the staff were about their own business.
"The monestary has recovered from its plague," Sylvia said as she offered out the missive to her husband, who set aside his own letter to take it up. Sylvia moved on to the next letter.
"Three quarters of their numbers dead, including our men." Kieran eyed his wife.
The twist of pain at the center of her caught her breath, and she eased out a sigh, but did not look up. "Ewan said in his last note that Kiema gave to us that there was more there. I will not doubt him. Maybe he had to leave abruptly without completing the note."
"Maybe," was all Kieran would provide and he set aside the letter. "I will return to Palendies tomorrow and then on to speak directly with King Rhodri."
A brief nod and she finally did look up from her desk strewn with the messages of home and every day troubles. "I will keep the boys here for the time being. It might be prudent to finally take a warband into that region and stir the nest."
"I am in agreement with you on that. Let us hope His Majesty feels the same." They shared worrying smiles, each trying to bolster the hope of the other, and both failing.
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
-Lullaby, Wystan Hugh Auden
Sylvia and Kieran sat in silence reading over the latest letters, exchanging one for another at random completions. The sounds of Yearling Brook were hushed in the midday. Both boys were taking naps and the staff were about their own business.
"The monestary has recovered from its plague," Sylvia said as she offered out the missive to her husband, who set aside his own letter to take it up. Sylvia moved on to the next letter.
"Three quarters of their numbers dead, including our men." Kieran eyed his wife.
The twist of pain at the center of her caught her breath, and she eased out a sigh, but did not look up. "Ewan said in his last note that Kiema gave to us that there was more there. I will not doubt him. Maybe he had to leave abruptly without completing the note."
"Maybe," was all Kieran would provide and he set aside the letter. "I will return to Palendies tomorrow and then on to speak directly with King Rhodri."
A brief nod and she finally did look up from her desk strewn with the messages of home and every day troubles. "I will keep the boys here for the time being. It might be prudent to finally take a warband into that region and stir the nest."
"I am in agreement with you on that. Let us hope His Majesty feels the same." They shared worrying smiles, each trying to bolster the hope of the other, and both failing.