The Next Day
Hirogaer approached Beleglor's house and knocked on the door. Farothwen opened the door. Hirogaer politely smiled.
'Hello, little mistress. Is your father home?'
'No, my lord.'
'That is all right. I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?'
'Of course, my lord.'
'Thank you.'
Farothwen seated Hirogaer at the kitchen table.
'Would you like some tea?'
'No, thank you. I just wanted to talk to you about my son Glorohtar.'
Farothwen froze. What does he know?
'He tells me that you two are "together".'
Farothwen tried to look confused. 'No, my lord.'
Without warning, Hirogaer struck Farothwen across the cheek, sending her to the floor.
'Don't lie to me, you little fool! I saw you two last night! Now, I am asking you again: are you "married"?'
Farothwen's lower lip was quivering and she was on the verge of tears. 'No, my lord,' she said in a small voice.
He struck her again. 'Don't lie! I am giving you one last chance! Are you two married?'
'Yes,' she whimpered.
'Well, you're not any more,' he said cruelly. 'What makes you think he truly loves you? He doesn't, you know. He just says he does to torment you, you pathetic human.'
'He loves me,' Farothwen whimpered.
'He doesn't,' Hirogaer replied. And I'd advise you stay away from him, or I will kill you myself. Now, I will give you the rest of the day to leave, and I hope to never see you again within these borders. Good day.'
Hirogaer left the house, leaving the bruised and shocked Farothwen on the kitchen floor. An hour later, Hirogaer watched her leave with her daggers and the bow and quiver Glorohtar made for her strapped to her back, riding away on Rochtári, her black riding cloak flaring out behind her. Hirogaer chuckled silently as he watched her go out of sight. His task was complete. As she disappeared, Beleglor approached the house.
Hirogaer approached Beleglor's house and knocked on the door. Farothwen opened the door. Hirogaer politely smiled.
'Hello, little mistress. Is your father home?'
'No, my lord.'
'That is all right. I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?'
'Of course, my lord.'
'Thank you.'
Farothwen seated Hirogaer at the kitchen table.
'Would you like some tea?'
'No, thank you. I just wanted to talk to you about my son Glorohtar.'
Farothwen froze. What does he know?
'He tells me that you two are "together".'
Farothwen tried to look confused. 'No, my lord.'
Without warning, Hirogaer struck Farothwen across the cheek, sending her to the floor.
'Don't lie to me, you little fool! I saw you two last night! Now, I am asking you again: are you "married"?'
Farothwen's lower lip was quivering and she was on the verge of tears. 'No, my lord,' she said in a small voice.
He struck her again. 'Don't lie! I am giving you one last chance! Are you two married?'
'Yes,' she whimpered.
'Well, you're not any more,' he said cruelly. 'What makes you think he truly loves you? He doesn't, you know. He just says he does to torment you, you pathetic human.'
'He loves me,' Farothwen whimpered.
'He doesn't,' Hirogaer replied. And I'd advise you stay away from him, or I will kill you myself. Now, I will give you the rest of the day to leave, and I hope to never see you again within these borders. Good day.'
Hirogaer left the house, leaving the bruised and shocked Farothwen on the kitchen floor. An hour later, Hirogaer watched her leave with her daggers and the bow and quiver Glorohtar made for her strapped to her back, riding away on Rochtári, her black riding cloak flaring out behind her. Hirogaer chuckled silently as he watched her go out of sight. His task was complete. As she disappeared, Beleglor approached the house.