Buttercup
Begging your pardon, Master Lewis,’ came the friendly voice from behind him. Lewis turned to see one of the serving girls looking at him. ‘Miz Aman, I believe, didn’t hear your request. But I can show you to a room.’ She pointed out the great ledger at the end of counter which he would need to sign, then took the necessary coins from him.
‘Now your payment comes with a breakfast tomorrow,’ she said motioning him and Ravon to follow her up the stairs. ‘There are towels, soap, and a basin in your room on the night stand. A pitcher, too. But you must bring it down to the kitchen for hot water if you wish to wash up. No baths tonight – it’s far too late. You can get one tomorrow – the room for that is at the end of the hall. And the privy for guests is just down that back stairway by the bath’s room and out the door, then to the east of the stable. You’ve a lamp in your room, and a lantern you can carry to the privy to light your way.’
She handed him the key, and saying good-night, went back down to the kitchen to finish up her duties.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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