Ch. 5 -- Just like you Matilda
"Wait Merry!" Gilly cried, "I'm beginning to feel ill!"
It seemed that all Merry did was spin Gilly endlessly in circles. Gilly knew that by the way her ale was sloshing around in her stomach he'd better stop right away.
"Please Merry."
"Are you all right?" he asked her, Gilly's cheeks were flushed and some of her hair had come loose from the bun.
"Must you spin me in so many circles?" Gilly stumbled, dizzy.
Merry laughed, "that's how the dance is done."
"Can't say it will be one of my favorites then," Gilly said sardonically brushing her hair out of her face.
"All right," Merry said, planting his hand on Gilly's side. "Lets try again. I'll count to three, but you have to let me lead."
Gilly nodded. She set her shoulders, grit her teeth and let Merry drag her around the dance floor.
"Listen Gilly," Merry said, "you have to move your feet, or this isn't going to be a very interesting dance."
"You told me to let you lead."
"Yes, but it's perfectly all right if you move your feet," Merry replied.
"Are you sure about that?"
"About what?"
"Me moving my feet."
"Of course I am! I can't drag you around."
"You're sure then?"
"Yes!"
So Gilly did as Merry said, she lifted her foot and planted it down on Merry's.
"Gilly!"
"I'm sorry!" Gilly's face flushed with humiliation. "You told me to move my feet!"
"You never told me they were so dangerous," Merry gripped his injured foot and glowered at Gilly for a moment before shrugging it off. "It's all right. Let's try again."
"Again?" Gilly rose an eyebrow, "you're brave."
Merry grinned, "I am aren't I?"
Gilly smacked Merry across the head.
"I was only teasing!" Merry yelped.
Matilda shook her head, watching Gilly was almost too much. First she'd nearly crippled Merry and now she'd smacked him upside the head!
"What next from that silly girl?" Matilda murmured.
"You're awfully eager to get our youngest girl married of Tildy," Geoffrey commented.
Matilda sighed, "I only want her to be happy."
"She looks happy to me," Geoffrey said, smiling as his daughter bit her lip in concentration as she stared at the floor, doing her best not to step on Merry.
"You know what I mean," Matilda sighed.
"Maybe she's not ready for a husband Tildy," Geoffrey dropped his hand onto his wife's shoulder and kissed her hair. "I remember you being somewhat like Gilly when you were her age."
"She fights it so much," Matilda, smiled and took Geoffrey's hand, "and I wasn't so awful."
"No?" Mr. Hilldweller teased, "I might beg to differ, now come on Tildy! Let's dance!"
"It's been so long Geoff--"
"Let's show Gilly how it's done then," Geoffrey smiled and pulled Matilda onto the dance floor.
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