Age of Faith

Episode 13's

"Like this?" She swept her hands down to show her how to dress. "You won't spoil my food, you won't." Then they think, because the mind to work, especially in this heat, cannot stand it. "I have to wait for Lord Wulfrith's call."

"Then sit by the garden door and don't touch anything." As he began to surround her, his stomach rumbled. His eyebrows that came down said that he had heard. “You can eat bread and milk, but wash yourself first.” He pointed to the back wall where a table contained a large basin. Bread and milk.

He grimaced and, as he passed the table sprinkled with tarts, was tempted. If not for the yard that set the candy glistening on the plate, she would have picked it up.Annyn hooked her feet under the top rungs of the bench and propped her elbows on her knees and chin in her cupped palm.

How long has it been since Wulfrit sent him from the hall? An hour? Two? As he succumbed to the weight of his eyelids, a loud sound fell on his ears. "You made our master wait," the cook said as he squeezed it to focus. Clumsily, he let go of one leg and followed the other.

If it wasn't for the cook slapping his bloated arm, he would have brought the bench to the floor with him. "Thank you" he murmured. He stepped back. “Quick now.” While yawning, he started to pass through. "Have you forgotten something?" He followed his gaze to the bucket at his feet, the source of the commotion that had left him unable to sleep beyond ten counts. "Come, fill them up and take you to the lord's solar."

Fill them? Wh-wh-what for? And why is he talking about the solar lord? He directed his gaze to the cauldron that was billowing over the fire, and his entrails spun around when he realized that he had to bear the bath water of his enemy. This was his punishment for humiliating the Wulfrit hall? As a woman, although often in the title alone, she never carried bath water.

It's always been pinned on him. But his doubts went beyond hard work. Bathing means one has to undress, and that means he or she will most likely pour water into a tub filled with unclothed men. He took a deep breath.

He had never seen a man full of flesh, and he naturally did not want his first view of a person to be Wulfrith. "He's waiting, Son. "He was watching the kitchen. Except for the two of them, the kitchen is empty."

Isn't this meant for me to do it myself?” Two, sometimes three waiters have delivered water for the bath, faster to make sure the water is hot. "Yes, two buckets at once." The big man rubbed his red nose.

Was Wulfrith trying to weaken his spirit? "Then he'll take a cold shower" he lamented. The cook's eyebrows jumped. “And long night will you experience.” It means that if he delays, he will be the one to suffer.

He pulled the hat from his belt, placed it on his head, and grabbed the bucket. Even empty, they are not light. Can he lift them when they are filled? He crossed over to a nearby cauldron that spat and blew away the moist heat. Strengthening himself, he lowered the first bucket into the cauldron and grimaced as he sucked the water into its depths.

He grabbed her wrist, took her to the table, and put her hand into a bottle of milk. Although it is not cold, it is soothing. “Sonhead.” He pulled his hand out. "Maybe it won't blister." Despite the reddening, his skin did not look like it would shrivel or scar.

But it stings. He grabbed the end of his tunic. "Let me see your chest." "Even!" He jumped back. Was that suspicion carving a wheel scar on his face? "I ..." He patted his chest. "I'm fine." And he, the bond has deflected most of the heat. "Then take you to the bath." He staggered opposite.

"I'll fill the bucket, you take them." Anin. "Thank you." As he had sunk the first bucket to the bottom of the cauldron, he took another one. Before long, both were filled. "Hurry up, son, and be careful not to be more careless."

It hurt to close his hand, but he twisted it and the others around the handle. "But your ass under you!" He slid and lifted with his feet. The tension was almost too much, but he let go of his knee. Frowning with each bucket, he crossed the kitchen. When he reached the threshold of the corridor to the right, he was startled by the possibility that a number of stairs lay ahead.

He looked over his shoulder. "Solar sir is upstairs?"The big man shook his head. “Above is where the knights sleep. Lord Wulfrith made his solar in the room behind the pulpit.” She was grateful, but how strange it was that Wulfrith placed herself near the courtyard and bodyguards when more privacy and comfort could be gained was higher After arriving at the hall, he saw that the occupants had slept at night, turning off the torchlight the only movement, snoring and muttering the only dream sound. In the dim light, Annyn chose a path that did not require her to weave among the many people who tidied their beds on the floor. Unlike in the hall of Lillia, those who slept in the hall of Wulfen did so in regular rows on the left and right of the pulpit. Luckily, because if he had to bring boiling water between them, he might not be the only one doused in hot water. Shoulder pain, wrists burning, she resisted the temptation of rest for fear she would not get "butt" under him again. His rise from the pulpit caused his knees to tremble, but he succeeded. As he negotiated the length of the table, he glanced at the curtains behind. A bright light penetrated through, so the curtain was thick, or a hint of light shone within it. He expected the last of the shadows to hide himself and was not forced to look at Wulfrith if she was indeed undressed.

As he circled the table, he noticed a sleeping figure making his palette right outside of solar—one of Wulfrith's bodyguards, no doubt, and there was an empty pallet beside him. He stopped in front of the curtain. "Sir," she called out to her husband's voice, "I bring water to your bath." The curtain split open, causing light to fall into the hall.

However, it was not Wulfrith who stood in front of him, but the bodyguards who were behind his master during the meal. "Hurry up, lazy porcupine!" He threw the curtains wide. Annyn felt her tongue loosening, but nothing could stop the words coming out of her. "Lazy? Who brings water?” “Bration!” Wulfrit. He returned the bodyguard's gaze and stepped past him.

At least his bucket didn't spill, he congratulated himself and glanced down. But then, they had done most of their slopping through the hall, evident by the absence of water a few fingers under the edge.

Wulfrith sat at a long table on the wall, head bent to a quill pen and parchment, silver hair reflecting the light of three torches and fat wax fat, a figure wrapped in a robe. Relieved he didn't look around, he scanned the sun. It was neither large nor small, the curtained and curtained bed was placed in the middle