A Bard’s Tale (Excerpt) 12/4/18
“Sorry, Bore,” I said as he collected our cups and began wiping the table. “We didn’t mean to keep you up so late.”
“The keys to your rooms are on the bar,” Bore said, “and don’t worry about the hour, if it wasn’t you, it would have been someone. I think I’m getting too old for this.”
Hugo laughed a warm laugh as he gathered his lute, “Well, gentleman and m’lady,” he grabbed Tevarin’s hand and kissed it gently, “It has been a great pleasure to have your company for so long, but I’m afraid that I must bid you good night.”
He turned as though he were going to leave, but kept Tevarin’s hand in his own as he did so. He stopped when she didn’t move and turned to face her.
“I would hate to leave such a beautiful creature, such as you, at any juncture. Would it be too forward to request your company for awhile longer tonight?” he said.
At first, I thought Tevarin was going to hit him, but between the gentleness of his hand and the flush in her face she nodded silently and I watched them grab the key to the single room and disappear up the stairs.
“I guess that means we’re bunking together,” Cade said.
“Honestly, that’s how I thought we would do this. Give her some privacy after so long on the road,” I said.
“I don’t think she was looking for privacy until Hugo came along,” Cade laughed.
I was laughing as well as we climbed the stairs and entered the small room second to last down the hall. It had two small beds with locking trunks at the foot of each. The room smelled of Balsam and baked apples.