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Modtryth suppressed a wince. Here was this slick Lithor once again, but his question wasn't a stupid one.
"Most of the things, I assume, will be taken care by the groom and the bride an their families." She paused there. Saeryn's and Eodwine's families? There was nothing of them except for Degas here. She pushed that thought away. If they needed help with the familial things, they would ask.
"Then there are some matters like the dressing the bride and baking a cake..." Here Modtryth glanced at Frodides, wondering if she and Kara would manage to make one on such a short notice, "...with which you can hardly be of any assistance."
Modtryth paused and a silence fell.
"So there's not anything we can do?" Matrim prodded.
"In fact, there is something. We need some decorations. You should go and cut some fresh branches of trees, and find flowers too, blue ones if possible, and then hang them around the place. I will show you how, and Ginna may be of assistance as well."
Suddenly the thought of the three soldiers picking flowers started amusing Modtryth. She grinned. "You can take little Lčodern - she's here - and the three boys with you. They can pick the flowers while you cut the branches."
"Oh and one more thing. I assume you know better than to chop down Eodwine's favourite trees," she laughed.
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