"I need to talk to her Cait..I have an idea that no matter what outcome it will get, it will bring her peace so she can move on" Cenwynne said to Caithrin. Caithrin smiled at his words and said "I agree with you..lets go and search for Kom.."
The same evening Cenwynne sat down by his work desk and composed a letter to Zandrianna with help from Caithrin as a reply to her letter to him, they both had the same idea, they would go and search for Komatsu, Zandriannas husband.
After a while the letter had been written and Cenwynne sealed the envelop as he used to do with all his letters, a sigil of a horse head and then placed it in a crimson red scroll and handed it to his most trusted man Denstan "Deliver this to lady Zandrianna..make sure no one sees you doing so, she will know by the scroll from who it is.". Denstan took the scroll case with a nod, he did not have to say anything to Cenwynne, Cenwynne knew he could trust his friend to do as he wished.
As he watched Denstan mount his grey steed and ride off, Cenwynne sat down and leant back in his chair "Do you think she will come and talk Cait.." he asked Caithrin who for the moment was looking out the window and as she turned her attention to Cenwynne she said "I am sure she will do so Cen..You two have much to talk about and over.." Cenwynne nodded at her words and lit his pipe, that old toby pipe weed brought him a calm feelings to his nerves as he hoped that she would come, he had an idea..an idea he very well knew might crush his heart but it would help her to move on. He smiled for himself while he puffed on his pipe as Caithrin went home to her home.
"I hope I can talk to her..let her know that I am willing to do this for both of us.." Cenwynne said for himself when he was alone as he kept puffing on his pipe he took out a small piece of wood and his knife and started to carve something..perhaps it would become a spoon he thought for himself, carving seemed to settle his nerves as well as it had done while he was a boy. When the pipe had burnt out he was nowhere close to finish his carving so he stored it away in the drawer on his work desk and headed with heavy steps up to his chamber in his workshop and placed himself upon the bed and fell asleep for the night, in his mind he had only one thing..hope that the note had been delivered and that she would come and talk with him..
