Scarburg Meadhall

[littlemanpoet]

Falco had assumed it had been longer than two days. They had been without their eorl for nigh on a month. Saeryn had been under much strain, then. He had spoken in haste and knew it, and he could see by the stiffness in her face and shoulders that he'd hit a nerve with his words. But she had not scolded him.

And here came the Lady of the Hall, back into the kitchens. Had she been listening in from just beyond the door? Well if she had, she might know a few more things than she had before. He would give her a show to remember.

He stood up and bowed low.

"Forgive my hasty words, Lady Saeryn. You are quite right. No doubt you have endured much in Eodwine's absence. And until that time, as you say, lady, I can stay here if you like, and accompany you to Minas Tirith, if you will have me."