MORIAH JOVAN

Over the next few days, Brìghde was able to establish somewhat of a custom: Arise just after lauds, go to her morning prayer and confession, ride Troy harum-scarum through all of Kyneward without Grimme and Helen, arrive in time for breakfast, get about her inventory, have supper, then exercise a mare. She and Enyo got along famously, as she did with all the other mares but Helen. Helen would still not allow Brìghde alone in her stall with her, but would take the treats she was offered and suffer being petted and told what a good lassie she was.

Brìghde explained to Sir John and William about the circumstance between the mistresses and the merchants. She explained the arrangements she had made for a fresh calculation. She explained that she was now going to take an inventory of the mistress’s chambers. And that once everything was reconciled on the Kyneward books, she would meet with the merchants and reconcile with them. Read more →

Grimme slid Brìghde a stony look at supper when she raised her eyebrow in question. “Well?”

“’Tis done, but do not make me do that again.”

Then she smiled sweetly at him and fluttered her eyelashes.

He dropped his head and started to laugh.

“Have some wine,” she said playfully and filled his goblet from the pitcher sitting in front of her. “Ye’re more amusin’ with a few goblets in ye.” Read more →

They did not take his order to open their chambers well.

After gathering his mistresses in his chambers the next morning, he paced in front of them, his hands behind his back, and barked,

“This is not up for discussion! You cannot imagine how embarrassed I was to be told our bills had not been paid, and in front of my wife! Why could you not have simply given the bills to Sir John?” Read more →