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The Path Homeward: Chapter 5 - Paying the Price
Anna woke to the sound of arguing coming from the common room. Creeping down the stairs, she found herself face to face with Kratos, who was about to leave the Inn. He stopped upon seeing her and looked into her face, his dark eyes searching for something in their depths before he sighed and leaned against Noishe.
To be honest, he looked almost … amused? His lips had quirked up into a half smirk and his eyes glinted with something that Anna could only call satisfaction. "It seems there are a few new guests this morning," Kratos said, finally turning away from her. "Your brother is not terribly fond of one of them."
Before she could say anything, he spun and slipped out the door. She watched only long enough to see it close softly in his wake, contemplating why he hadn't stayed for breakfast, which he usually did, before she decided to go see what the commotion was.
"Ah! There she is! The woman of the hour!"
The familiar voice was accompanied by a wave, and Anna laughed, launchin
The Path Homeward: Chapter 4 - Making Sacrifices
Kratos leaned his head back, allowing the rays of the sun to touch his face and the breeze to ruffle his hair, basking for a moment in the glory of the early afternoon. Below he could hear them, the laughter of the townsman and women working on fortifying the grain storage silos on the outskirts of town.
He was above them on the scaffolding they'd built to help them replace the shingles on one of the barns. Before, he'd been watching Noishe beg scraps from Anna, who was in the midst of her family right now, laughing about something or other, some shared joke or secret. He smiled then, though only slightly, at the memory of his own family, his sister hanging from his arm, the way his mother would straighten his collar and sigh with pride as she gazed upon him …
But that was a long time ago, and only served to remind him why he could not get close to these people.
Slowly, he shook his head, going back to work, secretly glad to have work to do; it would keep his mind from that whic
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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