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Old 05-12-2006, 09:12 PM   #304
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April 25, Fourth Age 15

Eodwine winced as the light of the sun angled into his window, struck the brand new mirror on the wall - a gift from Lothiriel for the successful rescue of Linduial - and straight into his eyes.

"Ow!"

He shut his eyes tight and rolled over. A cock crowed. There was a knock at his door.

"Yes?"

"Lord, it's Kara. You wanted breakfast served with sun-up."

"Aye, that I did," he yawned, stretching. "Thank you, Kara! I will be down shortly!"

He heard her steps disappear back in the direction of the kitchen. The old kitchen. Garstan's loyalty had taken him away from his plans to build a new kitchen. But now the good man could begin. Eodwine was eager to see that able man's hands and mind at work. Well they had been proven in the last twenty days!

Eodwine rose and stretched again, splashed water on his face, and donned himself in clothes befitting this special day.

This was to be his first Court day, when all and sundry came from all over the Middle Emnet to speak their grievances and ask their boons. Eodwine would receive gifts and give as good as he got. Better yet, he would stand all those before him who had come to his hall thirty days before, and asked for a place. They would hear his judgement on their service, and hear whether they would be kept in. And he would mete out justice. This thought made him scowl. There was the matter of Manawyth.

And there was the need for another visit to that bard and prisoner before Eodwine held court. He needed to know more about the man than he did. But enough. It was time to break his fast and greet the many of his household. He hoped that Linduial's bruises would heal quickly and would not disturb her overmuch this day.

He left his room, went down the hall, and into the mead hall, which now had a complete roof. There was much more to do, but at least the bare bones of the structure were in place and their heads would be kept dry. It was a little dark, for the windows were still blocked in. Lanterns hung from beams, and that helped much, but it was still rather dim. He would have to talk to Garstan, Thornden, and Marenil about that. Maybe they could offer some advice.

Kara brought out a plate filled with sun-up eggs, bacon rashers, a sausage, and cheese. With it was a pitcher of fresh water. And a good stout loaf of brown bread.

"My thanks, Kara. How is Frodides this day?"

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