>>6042282>>6042315Yes you should speak about it, one of those days.
>>6042515You decided to calm your brave councilor, he was to old for these jokes. So you ordered.
-Oldfossil, with all due respect I do not want to lose you. Travelling in spring, or in summer, is a good idea but passing many days in the snow, it would be bad for your health and I cannot afford to lose the man who helped me get there in the first place.
The old man seemed not to appreciate it, he grumbled.
-B... But my lord, I need it for my work and...
-And I need you for my work, dear Oldfossil, really, I care about your health, you are the one running this lordship, telling me all the numbers that I need, and I intend you to survive until I build you a manor house as promised. Your commitment to your duty is admirable, but sometimes you have to stay calm. You will travel in the spring.
-Most illnesses are in the spring my lord, when we throw out our winter clothes and forget that it is not the summer yet.
You were sceptical about his arguments, and simply looked at him, smiled kindly and nodded, no need to argue. No was no. Old people were sometimes like children, very argumentative. You decided indeed to order a good dinner. And fortunately, your good people agreed. Ah, it was a good time, all the household had been assembled. Rose was at your right and you cut her meat with your dagger while she took small bites and looked at you with her big blue eyes while Bohémond and Becky played together, he played the luthe and she sang. It was beautiful to hear. Godefroi and Brother Louis were trading their impressions about Pleasantville, the old knight had never been there, with Oldfossil and Captain Crumbling and the indians laughed at his depiction of the inns and of the training of the knights there. Your cagot baker worked hard to bring you excellent bread and the beer from your short scottish friends was delicious. Maybe it was not the wines of your dear count but they were yours and you were at home and it felt wonderful.
Father François was drinking an entire tankard of ale, he had blessed the food so he could. Near the table, eating on the floor were the commoners. Elana, you learned, had first protested against this idea of "eating on the floor like the dogs". You agreed, and ordered the dogs to be carried out, she was a sweet girl and helped you well, and some time outside would not do them anything wrong. Speaking on eating on the floor Ancel was as always accustomed to it and you threw him a slice of meat that he caught in his hand saying "thank you messire you are too good". Hah, the good old customs.
