Thread: Being Fair to the Fairy (Lano & Darkangel)

Her words of appreciation filled him with hope for the future. Samuel knew his grandmother would have laughed at time, had she seen the mess into which he had embroiled himself. He could see her now, rolling her eyes at him, but gracing him with her loving smile as her amber eyes twinkled. Really Sammie...a Fey? Well, she's at least pleasant. A silly smile suffused his features at the memory. As Marie's hand touched his cheek, he felt as though it had been branded with sweetness, and he could not help but bite his lip. She was not just lovely, her gentle spirit shining through made her radiant. He unsaddled Elizabeth and let her go to the stable. His man would rub her down better than he, though he usually preferred to do it himself. She looked at him reproachfully, before plodding in to where hot mash and barley awaited her. One thing his Grandmarm had drilled into him, soon's someone has the right to call you master, tis your own load to feed, clothe and shelter them well. Or don't accept the service, for You are no taking the stand of more than a parent. Turning back to Marie, he scooped her up. Carrying her as he entered the house. You have no shoes yet and the ground is cold and muddy. We'll set that aright soon, but for now, tis little enough burden your slight form gives a big clod like me. As he carried her in, Four, no five pairs of eyes watched, though one pair remained unseen to all but Meriel. His Sergeant released his wife from a group hug with his young daughter and son. The woman was a bit plump, with smiling apple cheeks and an overflowing bosom under which she had crossed her arms. There now lady, I be Margret, and welcome I bid you to my Master's home. Let me wipe the damp from your feet. I insist, as I'll not have more wet in the house. And YOU, Sir Samuel! What makes you think your vile mucky boots belong any further into this house? Her tone was teasing, but firm and she quickly wiped Marie's feet, as Samuel lowered her to a rush carpet. Then she kneltt before him as he blushed and untied his boots, pulling them from his feet. My man told me that you took all the risks unto yourself, and tis truly thankful I am for you Milord. I know you put up with my chiding out of love. Please change your clothes, as I have warm one by the hearth. You know that all we have is due to your good will and loving care of us. My offer stands if you need release or want a child, my body is yours when you ask. My man would be proud. Samuel scooped the woman up from the floor to his embrace. Her legs were dangling and she laughed as she kissed his cheek. Dear Margret, how could I entertain such a thought, twould be as if tupping my own mother, so much you have cared for me. No, to see your love for each other and the children gives me reason to know there is good in this world worth fighting for. Your service to me is more than needed. Setting her down, he made introductions. Lady Marie, this is Margret. She makes sure I don't starve, remain somewhat clean, harasses me, and is the very definition of loving loyal service. Marie and I are courting, and she will be in my room. Margret's face beamed as she went to curtsy before her. Then tis most welcome to my, erm, his home, Milady. And about time, you scamp! Samuel blushed, That's enough now, you Tyrant Queen. Get to the kitchen before your master wastes away. He smirked and shook his head at her departing backside. The chidren looked up at Marie, and the little girl, with the crippled hand, spoke up. You are as pretty as the fairy who comes and renews our hearth in the Spring. Her brother, a year older at around eight sneered. You still believe in fairies? Samuel interrupted, John, though you may not have the sight, fairies are real. I saw one this very day. You never know when they might be watching and take offense. A good squire holds his tongue from unwise statements, and asks careful questions from those better informed. The girl's eyes were shining. Hear that Brownie? A real fairy! John started a retort, thought better, and straightened his shoulders. It is an honor to meet you, Lady Marie. You grace our household, if you have any need, I am for at your service. But for now, I must see to my Knight's boots and armor. Samuel smiled broadly. Very well done John. Here is a penny for each of you. Spend them wisely. Faintly, a low voice was heard by Samuel, the girl and Marie. Indeed, a fairy has been seen today. As you were carried by the master across the doorstep, I welcome you 'Marie', and bid you peace. I will guard all that one such as I may. Samuel purposely ignored the voice of the housebrownie, but he did place a few feathers, copper nail and a dried apple up on a high shelf. As he left for the kitchen, with the children, Marie was left alone with the mostly benign creature, who slid down a string to the shelf to gather his new treasures. You should count yourself lucky to have been taken by our Master. He did not choose me, but accepted my services once I saw who he is. So would your last name be hearth? Mortals have last names, you know...or don't you. But know this, if you hurt him, I will place my curse upon you! Help him, and you can expect perfect footware, scarves, and gloves each day, and no spider will come near you.