Life gets boring^Wnormal again
This is what might very well be the first and last completely normal, boring day for Khushi and Moyri before the Feast of Timoine, which is imminent (though in our world, it’s today, that is the day of writing…)
The next morning life was back to normal. I woke up before Moyri, did my sword exercises in the yard, to the annoyance of the chickens, and then noticed for the first time that we had a piglet, too! The pigs have arrived! Bacon self-sufficiency by autumn! Then I took breakfast to my wife, woke her up with kisses and cuddles, fed her porridge with honey, and after that we made love, but didn’t linger.
Because I had promised Maile the morning, and we first checked her inventory — which was spotless, everything in the books reflected reality, which meant that we needed to place some big orders in Essle. Writing that down took some time, and then I taught her some new recipes, sesame-honey cakes, broken-nuts-with-honey on a stick and so on. We came up for the noon meal, but Moyri wasn’t there — she had a huge amount of paperwork to go through at the White House, so we had to content us with a little bit of spirit kissing, and off we went, Maile and I, to the Temple of Mizran.
I let Maile handle sending out the order, and invited priest Merain and his wife and children to our house. His wife Hynla is so pregnant! And they’ve already got a toddler and a one-year old baby.
To complete everything being as normal as things can be, I went on to the Guard House, to check with Sergeant Halla on how things had been in her corner. And apart from things having been really busy, even with the army policing its own, and she was as pissed about being put out of authority as I was, nothing bad had happened. No rape, no murder, no looting, just drunken fights, pick-pocketing, three-cup swindles and accidents.
But we were both, not really tired, not really exhausted, but in need of a bit of peace and wine. Or beer. So I took Halla to the Piebald Carrack, and we sat down. I ordered a glass of sweet white Ryshas, and Halla asked for the largest mug of beer.
When Arin, the inn-keeper, came back he was carrying a mug of beer so big he carried it in both hands! It was more like a bucket than a mug, the only difference was, it had a handle! Great and bountiful Michalacuk, how can anyone drink so much beer!
And when he came back with my glass of wine, Halla had already finished half of it!
And when I had finished my glass, she had finished all of it, and was asking for more!!!
We did have conversation in between, and it was companionable and all that, but when I saw that, I felt like, I had to see whether I could do this. At least, try one of those buckets.
So I ordered one, too.
Gah, beer is bitter! And it was so much… But I was brave, and even though Halla told me I didn’t have to drink it all, I wanted to finish it. I guess there’ll always be something I have to prove to myself.
And I did finish it. Then I got a bad case of hiccups, and Halla brought me home. Moyri had arrived home, too, and was already dragging me in the direction of the bedroom (since we had missed our noon kisses) when I had to tell her I had to run to the little house, and why, she ran with me, and we got there just in time. When I was emptying my bladder she already started kissing me, good thing we had had the work people who are adding a floor to the house also expand the little house into a two-seater, what with all the people who are staying with us, or visiting us for dinner and lessons… And we only stopped kissing because Moryn was knocking on the door, claiming he had to go now.
We spent the rest of the afternoon comparing notes, the baroness-and-sheriff kind of notes. Then Moyri took my hand and said, “I want a Temple built. A Temple to Anshen. Not here in town, but up, near the White House.”
“Yes! That’s a good idea! Shall we go look for a good spot tomorrow? There is such a lot of garden behind the house.”
“I know, I’ve seen the wage bill for eight gardeners… And Halla has unearthed how much the extra vegetables, fruit and nuts sell for, and it’s actually, in the end, a profitable farm!”
“Nuts! Do we have a steady supply of different kinds of nuts, then? If so, I call first dibs on them for me and Maile!”
And then Tylse and I prepared dinner — and she’s got a lot of natural talent for nicer ways of cooking than she was used to — and we had dinner, and then a kitchen full of young people eager to learn semsin. I think we might be able to squeeze in two or maybe four more, but if our Evening School for Neglected Semti expands more, we’ll have to find another place than our kitchen!
Still, a big part of the attraction to all these kids is our kitchen.
When they’d gone, we took wine and nibbles into the bedroom, told Maile and Moyrin to lock and seal up, and had our first really long love-making of the day. In fact, it lasted until we heard the first birds starting to sing.