Bęthberry watched the timid and slightly tired young girl, her hands clutching a small wilted bundle of herbs, approach a very busy Aywlen. The Innkeeper approached her with a glass of water.
"Would you like to wet your parched throat? You look like you have been walking some distance." The Innkeeper's voice calmed the young girl, who smiled shyly and gulped the water.
"And so you say you would like a job here? We are in need of maids, for we have many rooms, almost two dozen. You know how to sweep a room tidy, make a bed so that the sheets stay tucked in, are willing to launder the sheets and towels as well?" The Innkeeper watched the girl's eyes as she answered.
"Oh, yes. I know how to get rid of wine stains and food stains. Blood stains as well."
"Well, let us hope we don't have many of those. We're not a fighting establishment, although we've seen our share of hard times. And we've a good, strong lad now to help keep order. Yes, Delia, I think you will be just what The Horse needs. Please, see Froma in the kitchen. He can give you a plate of food for lunch and then Aylwen can show you to the rooms upstairs."
Delia's eyes shone as she nodded with relief and skipped away to the kitchen.
The Innkeeper then went to the front desk to relieve Mialynn of her duties there.
"I'm sure Froma will need more help in the kitchen. I thank you for covering the Desk for me. And, don't be so concerned that your young brother and sisters will be a bother. I simply worry that children will be hurt by the horses if they scramble around in the stable, but feel free to let them play in the large sand pile beside the kitchen garden. Many of the children play there--in fact, Raven the violinist has just brought a large crowd of them there. And Leofan our new stable hand has a daughter who will be playing here as well. Landsakes, maybe we will have enough little voices here that someone can start a children's choir."
Mialynn nodded with a happy sigh and went off to finish her baking in the great kitchen.
Bęthberry peeked outside and saw that the new young lad who Aylwen had hired was helping Lachlan unload the kegs of ale and, in the kitchen garden, Iswyn was showing some of the children how to shell peas.
Things are falling into place, she thought with relief, and it is but mid-afternoon.
Bęthberry's serene hazel-green eyes then swept over the busy Inn with happiness and indeed some anticipation, for there were one or two others in particular she was waiting for.
[ June 23, 2003: Message edited by: Bęthberry ]
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