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What do I say then? Me life has turned upside down, and some in a good way and some less so. Of course I miss the kindly folk I knew, and I still miss Ma and Pa, having not seen em for over six months now. But it’s good ter see Sarno again, even under such sad circumstances. He and I go back a way. The other folk here in Tighfield I know a bit. I met Tolbold a few times, and Sarno’s younger brother, Gaisarix I know from way back when.
It was not in my nature to surrender. I do not recall ever having the need. The men surrounding Parnard and I numbered no more than just over twenty. A motley and undisciplined bunch they were, save the Rohir. I tried to move in his direction, to take him down swiftly.
What was she to do? Lithea was no adventure seeker, no more than any other Lass. But something was very wrong. No word nor sighting had been found concerning Henepa and Gaisarix, the Bounders were at their wits end. She had watched Tolbold and Sarno grow more and more gloomy and withdrawn over recent weeks, very different from their usual selves.
An there we ‘ave it! All our plans come ter naught. Them got Henepa last night, took her from her bed and were away without a sound. Her Elf knife be on the floor, with blood on it. She would have given ‘em a fight if she could. Them happen ter get me brother, Gaisarix, as well, and again. He be caught twice now.
I be told by the others I must start keepin' a record, as me writin' is the best. That may be so, but Tolbold has a mighty fine hand when he put his mind ter it. He be the boss though, an Assistant Chief Shirriff! So I get the short straw and he get the honour fer thinking of records.
Tolbold was worried sick. He had asked Henepa to explain to he and the others what happened, several times. It was bad enough that old Uncle Tollu had been attacked recently, but now one of them new brigands had tried to creep up on the owner of 'The Bent Elbow' and cover her mouth with his hand.
Tolbold had spent the night in the cellar of ‘The Bent Elbow’, with Henepa’s permission, of course. It was an odd situation, and he didn’t like it one bit. He liked his own bed, with his own blankets in his own house. But he figured if he didn’t know if or where Guy Appleby was sleeping, he didn’t deserve comfort.