Deorling min Hunor,
I awoke this morning to the roaring of battlecries and the sound of crashing steel and the start that this gave me as my head cleared of dreams caused me to tumble from the narrow bench that I must call a bed. Tangled amongst my beds sheets I rested on the cold flagstones, waiting until the last of the night had been driven from my head by the ongoing storm of shouts and bangs.
As I must have described before my darling, the short bench is the only piece of furniture in my tiny kingdom and takes up one entire wall with old crates underneath holding what little I own, when I stand my head grazes the gaping boards that is my ceiling and by reaching out I can span the width of the room.
As I must have described before my darling, the short bench is the only piece of furniture in my tiny kingdom and takes up one entire wall with old crates underneath holding what little I own, when I stand my head grazes the gaping boards that is my ceiling and by reaching out I can span the width of the room.
Lying on my back this morning with one shoulder pressed against my crates and the other against the wall I made the mistake of turning my head towards the tempest of noise, and from my low advantageous position I could see straight through the large gap under the door directly into the parlor beyond. Straight towards Mr and Mrs Bearman having another one of their aggressive ‘disagreements’.
Ah me, If this were not a enough of a fine welcome for another new day then when the gentleman of the house predictably caught sight of my eyes sparkling a few inches away from the door, he came to the only logical explanation that his small head would allow. Now normally it takes days for an argument between my two landlords to settle, but it turns out that there is nothing that can bring the old dogs together like a common enemy.
It took all of my negotiation skills to persuade them not to take a piece of my flesh for spying on them, and the promises that I would fix the gap and pay an extra five silver a month towards the rent before they would consider letting me remain. Curse them, the extra silver would be a bargain of a rent if they would ever be charitable enough to allow me use of any of the other rooms in the house but no, I must be in before they lock the door (to keep out the cutthroats that they feel must be lurking to kill them) and I must never trespass beyond the short distance between the outside door and my cell.
So now I have two days to find some wood and nails to shore up the gap under the door before my rent is due next. Another bright start to my week.
All my love to you, keep me safe and kiss the children for me my deorling.
