The White Horse Inn, Act III

[peral]

Ayeth blushed at the sudden attention that she was receiving. And she was stunned by what the men in front of her were saying.

"You mean," she stuttered, "you're saying what I think you're saying?"

At the nods she became even more flustered and skittish. She was confused, afraid, angry and happy all at once. Confused at the implication, afraid of what would happen should she say yes, angry at their forwardness and yet happy that they took such an interest in her. Blushing even more and fidgeting she was barely able to look at Bêthberry in the eye.

"B-but, there are two of you," she managed to stammer out lamely.

This hadn't seemed to have struck the two brothers as they suddenly seemed to notice each other for the first time.

"Why, so there are..." mused Garreth.

Ayeth was pleased with herself for having avoided the question for a little while. At least, until Harreld and Garreth got past this slight problem.