Tale starts from: Life as a Refugee - Meadowyn's Account I: A Wound
As expected: After days of venturing to town and trying Aegaldred failed to gather enough coins for us to survive in the slightest. We had little rations left and we were growing hungry. I worried most of Meowlfre and Freowena, for they are fragile. They are not accustomed to hard ways of living, but in truth neither was I, nor Aegaldred. Though their hunger was least painful when I beheld the looks of despair upon their lovely faces. Such a life would swiftly rob them of what they needed most: their beauty.
Now Aegaldred came up with a solution: He wished to sell Léafa for some coin. Léafa was Meowlfre's horse that bore Freowena and Meowlfre as we came to Bree-land, Léafa was a beautiful steed and I did not wish to see her go. Neither did my sisters, they wept and cried at the mere mention of it, though they would not curse as I would have, for it was not in their ways to do so.
I spoke with Aegaldred of this, I sought to sway his mind and he argued bitterly of it. He said that we had little other choice and doing so would give us more than enough coin to find a home and have enough to eat so that we no longer need suffer hunger. I protested; I asked why it was not he would sell his own steed for this instead of my sisters', yet he claimed that he would need his. He would not be gainsaid, no matter how much I cursed at him for this. For both he and I knew that this would not sit well with our sisters for a long while. How could he do such a thing to our sisters, they have never done him this wrong. It was cruel. Would Meadwine have done such a thing as well if he were in Aegaldred's place?
He said that he would return with no less than one gold coin, then he returned with five gold coins. He did well, I shall applaud, yet not even the coin would sway mine nor my sisters' mood. Though Aegaldred could not hide it from us, he was pained by this too. It was in his eyes: He did not wish to sell Léafa. Alas that such a fate should befall my sisters, how could we recover what was lost?
It was not long ere we moved into a home, a small home in town with only two rooms. There was little room for four, but what choice had we? We had to purchase another bed, two would have been enough for all four of us, though I dreaded to think of who I would be left to slumber beside. It was then that Aegaldred made use of bedroll and insisted that he sleep in it, I was in no mood to argue with him, and in truth I had longed for the softness of a bed. When we woke up the next morn there were less troubles and we could eat like normal folk.
...To be continued
