[Thinlómien]

Here's my post to be placed after the time jump. It takes place after midday.

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Thinlómien's post


Modtryth was helping the cooks with unloading the newly bought random household goods - such as butter, salt, syrup, honey and herbs, carrying them to the kitchen and putting them to their right places. From the corner of her eye she could see her son running around the yard with his friends.

He looked very happy. He’s probably happier here than any place we’ve been in after Field Marshal Laudwine’s house, Modtryth thought, and it was many years ago. She knew the happiness wouldn’t last for ever – nothing ever did – but she hoped that it wouldn’t end too soon. Cnebba turned and saw his mother. This time, she saw, he was even smiling at her. And so was life.

Modtryth was having a job she liked. She had some kind of a place of trust – achieved only after a short discussion. Furthermore she was doing well in it, at least in her own opinion. And because the Lady Saeryn or Marenil the Steward had never criticised her (except the one shameful time when she bought wrong sort of flour) and sometimes they had praised her for a work well done, she thought that she couldn’t be doing very badly in their eyes either.

Frodides and Kara discussed the evening meal as they worked. Nowadays they were so used to Modtryth that they didn’t mind her being present while they planned and knew she wouldn’t mind them talking about their own business. Modtryth actually thought it was quite nice to listen their homely everyday talk about the ingredients of the stew.

Sometimes Frodides irritated Modtryth. She had basicly interrogated Modtryth about the tiniest details of her life until she had let her be and accepted her as a part of the household. Older women were like that everywhere, and Frodides had a good heart, so Modtryth didn’t have problems with getting along with her. Kara, she thought, was a nice girl, friendly and good company. It would have been difficult not to like her.

“I’ll go and find the children. I know my Cnebba well enough to know that if he doesn’t have food before the meal, he’ll get impossible. I wouldn’t be surpised if that was so with Lèoðern and Garmund as well”, Modtryth said after they were done with all the organising. “The children are always welcome in the kitchen”, Frodides said and smiled, “Strange that they haven’t come yet for a snack, those little darlings, too busy in their plays for even eating.” Modtryth smiled too. “I’ll go and get them then, as it seems to be okay with you.” Even before she had stepped out of the kitchen, she heard the two cooks start discussing about the stew again.



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If I have treated some of the characters badly, tell me and I'll correct it. (I don't, for example, have a very good idea of Frodides...) And Kath, also if you have planned something else for Kara's early afternoon, please just tell me and I'll change the narration.