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Saeryn spent the morning ensuring that in the kitchen food was being prepared and packed for the men going out and checking up on the Scyrr. Ǽðhel had been up with him most of the night, and this morning as Saeryn came into his room, Ǽðhel was coming out.
“How is he?” Saeryn asked as they stood just inside the door.
“He will do well,” Ǽðhel replied. She looked over at Scyrr. “He had a slight fever last night, but I think it has gone. He will mend.” She told Saeryn what she could and when she had finished, Saeryn nodded and told her she might go and get some sleep, now that Scyrr seemed to be resting peacefully.
They parted; Ǽðhel to take some rest and Saeryn to go and find something else to turn her mind to. She felt somewhat ill again this morning, and she hoped that very soon this sickness would stop.
She came into the main hall and glanced about. It was quiet here, for most of the men were outside preparing their horses for the day’s ride. One group of five or six men stood by the fire, talking. There, coming out from the bedchamber, came Wynflaed. Saeryn went towards her.
“Lady Wynflaed,” she said. “I thought that today we might go about the house and I show you everything that is done here, as you suggested a couple days ago. With the men gone, things should be quieter than yesterday.”
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