04 The Miller’s Daughter

Draft 2019.04.19.01 – Graybard led the Evermore brothers from behind a large red barn near the village of Tuva. Home fires and torches outside dwellings pierced the darkness, making Tuva feel welcoming.

Fences on either side of the road appeared to divide fields as pastures. The moon shared enough light to reveal a stone wall connected to the barn, leading north. “That must go to Bon Abbi,” Graybard mused.

Conall walked around Graybard onto the road and headed towards Tuva. “Come on. Let’s not make Josah wait. We have no idea what Ena is going to do.”

Caleb and Graybard followed. The villagers, at one time, constructed a few buildings close to the road. Other separate dwellings, lit by fire lamps, dotted the landscape.

The group heard laughter and music emanating from the first cluster of buildings. A sign swayed above the door, displaying a glass of ale with a star above it. “Ah, food and drink, at last,” Graybard muttered.

Conall pushed the heavy wooden door that had seen many repairs in its day. As he walked in, the music and laughter stopped. The pub held two rooms with tables and chairs scattered across the beaten plank floors.

With shutters and windows thrown open, fresh cold air found its way inside. Candles lit the iron chandeliers, held in place with pulleys and rope. At the back of the second room were doors used by those who served the patrons.

People dressed in linen and leather turned to face the strangers entering the pub. Caleb shut the door behind them and offered a weak salutation. A woman dressed in shades of brown wiped her hands on her apron as she walked towards the visitors.

Without looking at anyone, she waved her hands in the air and shouted, with a soft accent, “Mind your peas! Play some music!”

The talking started again, and the fiddler played a slow tune, not quite as loud as before. But that didn’t keep the patrons from looking at the strangers. “Greetings to you, as well. I’m Dalia. Most people call me Dali.”

“Well, well, Dali,” Graybard grinned. He flashed his teeth, and extended his right hand, palm up.

Dali placed her hand on Graybard’s, who held on to it a little longer than he realized. “I’ll need that back,” Dali smiled as she withdrew her hand. “Are you coming to work at the farms?”

Graybard cleared his throat. “Sorry. No. Just looking for something to eat and drink.”

Dali led the group to a table far from the door, turned her apron to the inside, and wiped the table clean. Her short red hair was shoulder length, adorned with lace. Graybard kept staring at her fair skin and green eyes, without uttering a sound.

“Where do you hail from?” Dali asked as the boys joined Graybard at the table.

“Were from Liez,” Caleb said pointing to his brother. “I’m Caleb. He’s my brother Conall.”

“And you?” Dali turned to Graybard.

Conall finally answered for the smitten soldier. “He’s Gray the Bard from Buberra. Doesn’t like to talk too much, as you can see.”

“That accent. You’re not from here,” Graybard finally spoke.

Dali smiled. “No. My family comes from Newgil. We live here now.”

She turned to the Evermore brothers and asked, “How did you boys manage to make it through Casselberry? We hear they are forcing youngers to join their army.”

“Well,” Graybard finding his courage said, “We came by way of Filgore Valley.”

Dali placed her hands on the table and leaned in towards the group. She whispered, “Nobody travels through the Valley. Who are you, really? If you’re spies from Casselberry, I’ll have you thrown out!”

“No, no,” said Graybard motioning with his right hand. “We came through the Valley. We left a friend by the red barn. We’re traveling with a big animal, so he stayed behind. He didn’t want to frighten the villagers.”

Straightening up, Dali asked, “What kind of animal? A bear or wolf? We have livestock and fowl to protect. Once, we had a stranger come from Alder Woods with a wolf. Our milking cows didn’t recover for days.”

“No,” said Caleb. “This is more like a-a-a large dog.”

Graybard and Conall turned their eyes down to the table. Dali looked around the room as the patrons took in every word. “Mind your own stories,” she told everyone in the room. “You know I’ll tell you what they say later.”

With that final warning, the patron returned to their private conversations. “It’s late in the day,” Dali said, “But we do have a few chickens left on our spit. I’ll bring some ale for you and water for these boys.”

Dali walked back to the kitchen, disappearing behind the doors. It was rare to get water without going to a well, cistern or river. Caleb leaned forward and whispered, “So you don’t do well with Dragoons or women.”

Conall slapped Caleb on the back of the head, smiling. Dali returned to the table. Two servers followed, carrying plates of chicken, mashed peas, barley bread, and drinks. She waved at a young boy sitting in the corner by the kitchen doors.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she said, “This is my boy, Milo. He’ll bring food for your friend and the animal. Before I do, tell me he’ll be safe.”

Graybard sat up and nodded. “He’ll be safe.”

“This place and my son are I have left. Lost my mate a few seasons ago to the fever. I’m not ready to lose anything again.”

Dali whispered in Milo’s ear and pushed him towards the kitchen. “Let me know when you need something else. I prefer coins when you are ready to pay for your meal.”

Graybard watched Dali walk to another table. He then asked, “That boy will be safe, right?”

Caleb didn’t realize how hungry he was until he took that first bite of chicken. He looked at Graybard, who waited for a response. “The boy is fine. Ena only has an appetite for soldiers,” Caleb said with a smirk.

“Right, right,” Graybard nodded, with a chuckle.

As they finished their meal, Milo came through the front door and ran to his mother. Whatever he whispered to her made the owner of the pub look at Graybard and the Evermores. She took her apron off and walked to their table.

Dali whispered angrily. “Are you mindless jesters? Your friend is traveling with a Dragoon! How’s that possible? And how could you send my son into danger, knowing such a creature was in our midst?!”

“Now, we told you it was a large animal. We didn’t say what type. The young man with the ah…” Graybard paused and looked around, making sure no one was listening. “…the ah, Dragoon, rescued it when it was a mere kitten. He means no harm and shows no aggression.”

“But you can’t bring such a creature here. We have livestock.” Dali pointed to the rafters where villagers hung various animal hides. They nailed Bandi hides, with its mask and banded tail, next to the Cayoots and red-tailed Foxes. “Anything endangering cattle, sheep or fowl doesn’t live long around here.”

“Ena is her name, and she eats small game, like a hare,” Caleb offered.

Dali placed her hands on her hips and closed her eyes for a moment. “Alright, you’ll want a place to stay. I have two rooms upstairs for the night. Your friend can stay inside the red barn with his animal. Inside. We can sort through everything in the morning.”

She stacked the plates and added, “We only use that barn for hay and some equipment. There were too many vermin eating the grain, so we moved it to other barns. No one ever goes into that old red barn, so they’re safe, for now.”

“Thank you,” said Conall. “We travel with coin, so we’ll pay for the meal and bedding.”

Dali nodded her acknowledgment. “Tell your friend to teach that animal to catch all the field mice it can eat. Then these folks will think it a hero.”

Caleb pushed his chair back and stood up. “I’ll tell Josah of our plans.”

Leaving the Pub, Caleb ran back to the barn where he found Josah standing in front of the door. He could hear noise coming from the inside. “Where’s Ena?” asked Caleb.

Josah pointed with a nod. “She’s in the barn catching mice. I was afraid I couldn’t keep her from going to the village.”

Caleb laughed. “Dali, the pub’s owner, said you and Ena could stay in the barn overnight. You don’t mind if we stay at the pub, do you?”

“Not a problem,” said Josah. ” I’ll be happy to stay here. You know I don’t like to stay in confined spaces.”

“Yeah, I know.” Caleb looked back towards the pub. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Josah and Caleb clasped forearms before parting ways. He watched as the youngest Evermore walked back to the pub. Then he opened the barn door and closed it behind him.

The moonlight spilled into the barn, through gaps between the boards. Ena came around the carriages stored in the barn, with a live mouse dangling from her mouth. She flipped it in the air and crunched down, swallowing the vermin in one gulp.

Josah walked to the cat and rubbed his hand between her ears. “We’ll spend the evening here. Let’s prepare our bedding .”

He led Ena behind the carriages to a stall that once held livestock. Hay parcels tied and stacked to the rafters offered privacy. Grabbing a few bundles, he snapped the ties with his knife and spread the contents across the barn floor.

Josah found a wood handle with tied sorghum tassels at the end and swept the loose hay into piles. He took two horse blanks from the side of the stall and spread it out.

“This looks comfortable. Come,” Josah invited Ena to lay down. She watched Josah stretch out on the blanket before she decided to join him.

Ena rumbled as the boy rubbed her side. He remembered playing games with Evelyn in this barn. Life in Bon Abbi wasn’t all bad. He thought of his father who only had time to run the city. Lord Rando made no time for him, a decision Josah still resented.

Bringing his hands together behind his head, Josah stared into the darkness. “Maybe the girl Graybard talked about isn’t Evelyn,” he hoped. “If so, we’ll leave as soon as I say my ‘fare-thee-well’ to my father.”

He thought about their trip back to Southport. Filgore Valley was their only choice. Looking at Ena, already asleep, Josah wondered what would happen to her, once he returned to the Molly Red.

She had to stay in the Valley. With that decision made, Josah yawned and fell asleep. The night was uneventful. He heard the occasional scratching sounds, but the vermin stayed clear of the stall.

Josah opened his eyes to see the morning sun peeking through the boards. The rooster welcomed the start of the new morning. Ena stood and shook the hay that clung to her coat.

Leading the big cat to the back of the barn, he opened the door. A grove of trees behind the barn provided some cover and a morning meal for Ena.

“Do what you have to and stay close by,” he instructed Ena. The Dragoon disappeared into the grove. Josah walked into the trees, as well, to relieve himself. He could hear Ena going after small game.

Josah waited for a few moments when everything went silent. He then blasted two short whistles, while extending both hands in the air. Ena surprised him when she came out of the grove.

“OK,” grinned Josah. “I’ll have to start training you with hand signals and different whistles.”

The two walked back and entered the barn. Caleb, holding a plate covered with a linen cloth, waited at the front with Conall. “Good. You’re here early,” said Josah. Bon Abbi isn’t that far away. We won’t be staying long. Where’s Graybard?”

“He’s outside with Dali. She owns the pub and is waiting outside. Wants to talk with you,” Conall replied.

Caleb walked over to Josah and handed him the plate. “There some eggs, some meat patties, and barley bread. Eat it before you talk with Dali.”

Josah uncovered the plate and ate with abandon. He threw one of the patties to Ena, who wasn’t interested at first. “What does she want to talk about?” he asked. “Nothing to drink?”

“She wants to talk about Ena,” Caleb offered.

Josah tossed the plate to Caleb, wiped his hands and face with the linen. “This can’t be good. Tell her to come in.”

Conall told Josah she didn’t want to enter the barn for her fear of Dragoons. “Then tell her I won’t step out,” Josah told Conall. “We’ll be out of here later today.”

Josah walked past Ena, behind one of the carriages. He repeated his whistle and hand gesture. The Dragoon stood up and retreated to Josah’s side. “Ena, you have to stay here until I call you.”

He started to walk back to Caleb but had to return as Ena followed. “No,” Josah commanded. “Stay here!”

He whistled one long, low toned blast while his hands level with his chest pushed in a downward motion. Taking a step back, he repeated the whistle and hand gesture, then waited. Ena seemed to understand and laid down.

The older Evermore stepped out of the barn, shutting the door with care. Josah wasn’t sure what was taking Conall so long to return. When the barn door finally opened, Conall, Graybard, and Dali entered. The pub owner stayed near the door and looked around but didn’t see Ena.

“Josah, I’m Dali. Your friends I’m sure told you I own the pub and lead the village.” She pulled at her apron, nervous about she was about to say. “As I told Graybard, we can’t have a Dragoon here. That endangers our animals and people.”

“Ena, our Dragoon, has been here for some time now,” Josah responded. “No harm has come to anyone.”

“Not yet. This a dangerous, wild animal. You can’t tell me you don’t worry what the Dragoon – OK Ena – may do.”

Graybard told Dali of their journey through Filgore Valley. He shared how Ena protected them from other Dragoons. “I tell with certainty, Ena shows no aggression.”

“Dali,” Josah said. “You may be right. I’ll let you make that call.”

He turned and commanded Ena to come to his side. The Dragoon walked towards Josah. She dropped down when she heard the low whistle and saw the hand gesture.

Dali had taken a step back towards Graybard before he whispered, “You are safe. No harm will come.”

Josah squatted down and rubbed Ena’s side. She closed her eyes and rumbled ever so soft. “How is it Ena is so, so mild?” Dali asked.

“She’s been this way since we first encountered her in Filgore Valley,” explained Caleb.

“I rescued her when she and I were young. Dragoons form bonds with their rescuers,” said Josah.

“Are you from Bon Abbi?” asked Dali. “My family has been here for nine seasons, and I don’t seem to recognize you.”

Josah ignored the question. “We are heading out to Bon Abbi, and may not return here, once we complete our business. We plan to leave by way of the Valley. You won’t see us again.”

Dali released her apron and tried to smooth the wrinkles with her hands. “You are welcome to use the barn. No one ever comes in, so there is no need to bring any unnecessary attention. You are welcome to stay, as long as you need.”

“You are most gracious,” Graybard said as he nodded his head.

“When you head out to Bon Abbi, keep Ena to the east side of the wall.” Dali took a step towards Ena, who kept her eyes on Josah. “She will be safe in the prairie grass. We keep our pasture animals west of the wall.”

“I accept your advice and plan to follow it,” Josah said. He walked to Dali, causing Ena to stand and move to the boy’s side. “I want you to know you are safe.”

Ena looked at the pub owner, and then back to Josah. Sensing no threat, the big cat sat down. “I guess I’ll still be cautious for some time. Ena may not be a threat, after all,” said Dali. “So, what brings you to Bon Abbi by way of the Valley?”

There was an uncomfortable silence that was broken by Graybard. “We’re here to bid farewell to Lord Mayweather. We heard of his passing.”

Dali looked around, then decided to focus on Josah. “It’s been six moons since Lord Rando passed away. We mourned those six months and then we selected a new ruler, a few days ago, right here in Tuva. The Council of Seven made their choice.”

“Who did you select?” asked Josah.

“That’s not for me to say. But I will say we have a new Lady in Bon Abbi.” Dali paused before giving her warning. “Do not plan to bring trouble to her door. There are enough challenges, as it is.”

“We mean no trouble. We plan to pay our respects and then leave,” Graybard told Dali.

“Well then, follow the wall, as I said, to Bon Abbi. You’ll find what you came to do.” Dali nodded her head and bid them Godspeed before Graybard escorted her out of the barn.

As the door shut, Caleb whispered with a rasp in his voice, “When did you teach her to do those things?”

Josah grinned. “I didn’t. She picked it up on her own, this morning.”

It didn’t take long for Graybard to return. He asked, “Do we have to leave? We should stay longer.”

“Remember the ship?” Conall asked. “It’s returning less than a fortnight. We can’t stay.”

“Luka Dey is making his way to Bon Abbi,” reminded Josah. “He’s the last person you want to see. We need to pay our respects and be on our way. There is no need to leave anything behind. I don’t intend on coming back to Tuva.”

“I saw a well next to the barn. Let’s clean up and be on our way,” Caleb said.

They left Ena in the barn, found the well and drew water. Josah glance around the village, which seemed empty. No doubt work began early at the various farms.

“Start walking down the road,” Josah instructed. “The wall leads to Bon Abbi, which connects to another community barn. I’ll follow with Ena on the east side.”

“What are we to do then?” asked Caleb.

“We walk to the square and find this new ruler. She’ll tell us where to find Lord Mayweather.” Josah reached into his leather pouch and pulled out a bright green summer cloak, with a hood. He snapped the garment, swung it around him, and fastened the wooden toggle at the neck.

“Why are you wearing that cloak?” asked Conall.

“I don’t want to anyone to recognize me,” Josah responded.

“Then you shouldn’t wear that cloak,” chuckled Graybard. “You’ll have the city looking at you.”

Josah slipped his pouch and Mandolin around his neck, then said, “Let’s go. I’ll catch up to you on the other side of the barn.”

Graybard and the boys made their way back to the barn and onto the road leading north. Josah entered the barn, greeted Ena, then headed through the back door. He could hear the Evermores talking, and Graybard exhaling a sigh with every step.

“Come, Ena!” Josah ran through the grove of trees, followed by a galloping Dragoon. In a few moments, the cat was trotting next to the boy. Josah slowed his pace to a walk, once he reached the others.

The stone wall was waist high and followed the gentle slope of the terrain. The prairie grass grew to the east of the wall, with wildflowers in bloom, as far as Josah could see. Clusters of trees grew in various locations and distances. These were perfect retreats for game animals.

On the west side of the wall, barley, wheat, and corn fields dominated the landscape. Fencing separated farms, each with small barns, outbuildings, and green pastures.

The road to Bon Abbi was well traveled, hardened by frequent use and time. Graybard and the Evermores greeted workers on the roadway. The wall was high enough to keep Ena a secret.

On occasion, farmers guided small carts pulled by animals, such as a dog or goat. Full wagons pulled by horses were a concern for Josah. He kept looking behind him, making sure he had plenty of preparation time to hide Ena. Caleb shouted an alert to Josah when one such wagon came from the north.

Josah walked close to the wall and signaled Ena to come near to him. The Dragoon took it in stride, laying down each time she went near the wall. Once the wagon was out of sight, the group continued their journey.

The road led to the barn, as Josah told them. He walked over to the wall, waving to the others to stop. “Let’s survey the area before we go into the square.”

The barn painted red, with fresh white trim, was stunning. To the right was a spacious covered common area. Josah recalled his father holding town meetings in that same structure. An alley then separated the meeting space from several buildings Josah didn’t recognize.

Across the red barn, and to the left, were merchant buildings, the start of the market place. Josah knew behind them was the Manor, where he grew up a lifetime ago. Ena laid down next to the wall, panting with thirst.

“Caleb, can you find water for Ena?” asked Josah. “Conall, go into the barn and see if there are people inside. I can’t keep Ena out here alone. There is no telling what could happen.”

As the brothers separated, Graybard leaned his elbows on the wall. “How well did you know Lord Mayweather? You never said.”

Josah lifted his shoulders and answered, “Quite well. But, it’s been years. I only heard of his passing a few days ago.”

“Did I tell you Bubberans are curious folk?” Graybard raised his eyebrows. “Wondering why you don’t want anyone to recognize you.”

Josah hesitated. “There are too many things to explain that’s better left in the past.”

Graybard scrutinized the people traveling back and forth, in and out of the buildings. He shook his head. “There isn’t a warrior among this bunch. Luka won’t have to do much to take this city.”

Hearing Luka’s name and being back home was more than Josah could bare. “Look, I only want to do what I must and leave.”

“Shouldn’t we warn these folks? Can you leave them without saying something?”

Before Josah could answer, he saw Caleb returning. He held a kitchen pot, with water slushing over the sides with each step. Walking beside him was a young woman, her long auburn hair braided to the side. It was Evelyn.

Josah couldn’t help but grin, somewhat startled how euphoria caught him by surprise. But his joy evaporated with thoughts of Luka coming to Bon Abbi. His worst nightmare was coming true.

He turned away while raising the green hood over his head. Then he raked his hair with his hands, pulling it forward. Josah wanted to hide his facial features, as best he could. If he could recognize Evelyn, how could he keep his identity a secret?

“Greetings and welcome to Bon Abbi,” said the young girl. “I’m the Lady of this fair city. I ran into Caleb by the water troughs at the square.”

While Graybard exchanged greetings, Josah lifted himself on the wall. He swung his legs over the other side. There was no time to signal Ena to stay as he jumped to the ground.

He held his breath as Evelyn approached him. Josah leaned forward, allowing his hair to hang in front of his face. Tilting slightly to the left, Josah exposed his scar beneath his right eye. He hoped it was enough to hide his identity.

With Ena behind him and Evelyn in front of him, Josah wished he was back on the Molly Red. There was nothing he could do. So, he prayed under his breath, “Don’t leave me now.”

Written by Mike Arroyo

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