[Esgallhugwen]

Luck at last!

Finally some suitable cloths worth walking around in. Ruthven had helped her shovel through the piles and hangers picking out this and that, that would be most suitable for Gudryn.

She couldn't believe some of the things these women left behind. Rich colours everywhere, it was difficult to choose between the blue breeches and the long dark green skirt.

She chose the skirt and a black blouse with silver horses running up the sleeves. In fact the sleeves were long enough that they ended just before her fingertips, but she liked it that way, it covered up her bruises.

Gudryn was silently happy that there were boots inside the closet as well, her luck held out as they fit perfectly.

She blushed profusely as Ruthven told her how pretty she looked, the old lady giggled and sent her on her way back to Eodwine and the other men. But before she reached them Ruthven rushed up to her, "wouldn't want ye to be getting cold out there again, take this".

She held out a fine cloak that had been hidden far behind the other clothes, it was soft to the touch and Gudryn knew it was meant for someone of higher rank then herself.

The young girl took it with many thanks and began to walk back to the group draping it around her shoulders, clasping it together with the fine silver pin it came with.

She met the others at the door and soon with their goodbyes and promises to return for dinner they set out for Meduseld.

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