Bronna

(This takes place immediately before The Music Lesson. Part one. by Parnard)

It began with the woman.

Bronna was pleased for the short respite from her mother's constant complaints about Captain Denholm. That alone was a good reason for her to carry the supplies Hildfrith had prepared for Ealdbriht, down to the man at the Garrison stables. 

Where has this summer gone? Already the dark nights and mornings draw in, squashing the daylight that we are hurried to complete our tasks before Winterfylleth brings the season to a close.

Hild was still trying to work out quite what her husband was up to at breakfast the following morning. She was talkative at the meal, hoping to find out a little more from him, and tucked into the porridge she had made. Paega was a little quieter, and ate less. He made appropriate replies to her, in a slightly distracted manner. He asked about how her idea for a written menu, for those few who could read, was coming along. He asked if she had found anyone yet to actually write in for her?