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In the kitchen
As Wynflaed returned to the kitchen, the holbytla rose and bowed. "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."
"What is this talk of travelling to Mundburg?" said Wynflaed. "Is this a wish you have been harbouring, Saeryn?" She paused to think things over--the idea of abandoning one's duty to be with someone, even one's husband, had never occurred to her. "It is not unthinkable," she finally said, "but I should say that it would be most unwise to do so before the people are wholly used to Lord Athanar's and my rule. You have been invaluable in banking the fires already, and yet see how many troubles have occurred despite our best efforts. And even if things should be ready in a month, would you be in fit enough condition to travel, even with an escort as worthy as our guest?"
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