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Part Two of Folds of Time
Orbs
Entering Renaissance, the threesome headed to the Inn.
“A room, if you please,” said Evie. The barmaid looked her over with a grimmance.
“ Two quags and a tork. A week is twelve quags and includes a bread with tea breakfast.”
“Five quags? Steep, you think?”
“A week is tweleve qauag. Your choice, Mim,” answered the barmaid.
“Is there work? Need a baker, perchance?”
“See the proprietor.”
“Here’s five. Bring fresh water to the room and tea,” Evie slid an extra tork across the bar. The maid snatched it up, “Right away, Mim. I’ll get it for ya.”
“I see you made a bit of a wager.” said Hume.
“Slept on the rocks long enough. A lady needs a softer place to lay her head from time to time.”
“A lady you are, then?” Hume teased.
“Don’t be disappointed so, yet, traveler. You know naught of me. Take your leave . I want my sleep.” With that Evie followed the barmaid to the top of the steps. She leaned over the rail, “Tomorrow will bring promises.”
“Well, if she isn’t full of herself,” commented Cordova.
“Naught to make of her, you know. Four days travel, brief conversations and I have no clue about the woman, yet she is familiar.”
“Ah, you say that as though you have expectation. Careful with that. First sign of danger, you know, is having expectation of a woman. Much less of one you don’t know,” Cardova warned.
“There is something about her. She is distant but I know her; nothing tangible, a feeling for sure,” he offered. “Time to retire myself but these prices are above me. I seek a bit of hay in the stable. And you? ”
“Never mind about me. Good sleep, traveler,” Coardova left Hume to his thoughts.
Dawn found Evie shaping loaves of dough behind the Inn. An agreeable negotiation made she set to task. Several loaves were 6reeprepared ready for the village oven when Coardova approached.
“Good morning, Evie. Sleep well?”
“Like a babe in arms. Had your breakfast?”
“No, I am off to find work. Someone must need a builder.” This place is still in cinged disarray. Save me a bread, won’t you?”
Evie toted the bread board to the village ovens. A man loitered, mumbling, “She bakes secrets into her breads. The history of Renaissance.”
“What is you you tell, Sir?” she asked.
“Return and renewal. Return and renewal. From the cave, the markings tell of the legend. Marks on your bread are of the missing.” The man placed a stone in Evie’s hand and walked away. Her bones trembled; a vision came to her. A face, someone she knew but didn’t recognize. Pressing a orb in her hand then pushing her into a darkness behind a stone saying, “Stay here child, be safe.” Evie stood frozen in the grip of the vision without knowing its meaning. She mumbled words, “Given only a talisman, for the future, a reunion with the other.” Cold sweat dotted her skin. She heard herself mumble. Hume’s greeting startled her from her trance. She held out her hand to show Him the stone the man placed in her palm. “Look.”
He noticing the marks on the stone. He brought it close to inspect and was surprised that is smacked to his tunic. Tugging did not break the attraction. Sharing energy, the two pieces were inseparable. Hume stared. She returned a perplexed gaze. Could this be? Now? Only the secret explained the attracting orbs. His sister? So long ago. Nothing was as it seemed yesterday.
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