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"Whither next?” Wynflaed asked. "And why not start by telling me somewhat of your parents, or how you came to be at Scarburg?"
“Let us look over the house, at least until it is a little warmer outside,” Saeryn said, leading the way to the door. She held it open, allowing Wynlfaed to pass before her.
“My parents were lord and lady of a rather large landholding in the Folde. They were rather indulgent, I fear, and really raised all of us children with a rather free hand.” She smiled in fond recollection. “I left my home a couple years after their death and met Eodwine when I was seventeen. At the time, he was at the White Horse Inn, and he wasn’t even eorl yet.”
A lump in her throat prevented her from continuing for a minute. She opened the door to the women’s quarters and filled the pause with entering the room and allowing Wynflaed to look around.
“This is where all of us are staying for now. Of course, we have plans for the upstairs which will enable everyone to have a little more room. Usually, we all get up together, but lately they’ve been letting me sleep in.” The melancholy of thinking of her parents and of her husband was slowly passing. She walked into the room a few steps. “The girls are up well before dawn these days, getting breakfast ready for everyone.”
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