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to Gaius. “If Kyrie wants peace
then they will leave us alone or I will kill you all.” I was
shocked by Angharad’s actions although I knew why she did it. She
still held bitter feelings towards the people who killed her
husband. I wasn’t sure if any passage of time could change
those.
    The guards did as they were told. As they
were led off I noticed a boy, not much older than Lunamae, being
escorted to the dungeons as well. He was so young and didn’t
deserve to be sent into the dungeons. Granted, I didn’t think
anyone other than criminals needed to be sent to there. It was a
cold, dark place and the stench of decay made you want to gag. I
had only ever been there once out of curiosity as a child and it
was enough for me. I caught Lunamae’s eye and gave her a cautious
look.
    “It would be for the best, at present, if we
do not try to interfere with your mother’s wishes. She is a hard
woman,” I whispered. “Perhaps we should see to it that the
prisoners are kept in good health and are well cared for.”
    “So you think we could visit today?” Lunamae
asked excitedly.
    “It would be too late I think. The lunalight
will be fast approaching and I don’t like being out after dark,” I
answered, adding, “Especially not in a nasty dungeon.”
    “Very well Muirenn, I’ll do as you ask. Can
we get something to eat now? I don’t think there will be a family
meal with all of the commotion.” I nodded and led her back to the
house. My father went back to the stables to finish shoeing one
horse. When I entered I saw Logan and my mother at the table, deep
in conversation.
    “It’s not right, they didn’t do anything
wrong by coming here,” Logan said angrily. “It’s been ten years;
you would think Angharad could get over it by now.” I was surprised
that even my brother had lost his hostile feelings towards Kyrie,
but perhaps seeing as how he had moved on with his life and had a
proper career now changed things.
    “That’s my mother you are talking about!”
Lunamae said, her arms crossed in the doorway.
    “Sorry Lunamae, but it is true. Your mother
has had a grudge towards them ever since your father was killed. It
is not healthy to keep all her anger stored up. Those Kyrians have
not done anything wrong. There is no reason why she should act like
they had. We know what it like to lose a family member as well,” my
mother, Adelle, stated plainly. Lunamae huffed. Being nine there
was no way she would be able to just run out of the house so she
went up to the loft we now shared and flopped. My mother turned to
me. “Would you fancy some tea, Muirenn?”
    “Yes, thanks.” My mother was home more
frequently now. Angharad was very bitter and there was only so much
my mother could palette. I watched her take an herb bag down from
one of the shelves. She put it in a pot of water and set the pot in
a spit over the fireplace. Then she prepared a fire since it was
Julna and we still had a while before the cold of night was upon us
and the fire would need to be kept at all times. The spit was
designed so it was two pieces combined. The two pieces branched in
the center and rejoined allowing for the pot to sit within. It was
one of my father’s inventions and it helped speed up the boiling
process tremendously. Having the kettle near the hearth took
longer.
    My father returned after shoeing a horse, his
hands were a little dirty and so he washed outside before entering.
“I hear you plan on visiting the dungeon. You spoke a little too
loud,” he said as Mother handed him a towel to dry off. “I won’t
tell. I think it is a good idea. Perhaps Lunamae can soften up my
sister. I obviously can do no good with her. Leofric was a good man
and didn’t deserve to die but the Kyrians lost plenty too in that
battle. You can’t blame them all, especially not the boy I saw with
them.” Father then headed to his room and shut the door. I heard
Lunamae overhead mumbling something.
    “Is there something you