Day 16
Gleowine and Delwyn
"Del!"
Gleowine, toddling little minstrel-in-training-to-be, waddled over to his sister as she watched the Lord Grima whispering to the King on his throne. The King was nodding at whatever it was that Grima son of Galmod had said. She smiled at her lord's triumph.
"Del!" He cried again, her irritating little brother, and tugged on her skirts. "Del, Del!"
She had to get him to shut up somehow, or she would be discovered. They both would be scolded by the King, the Steward, and their parents, in that order.
Then she would receive punishment from Lord Grima… he had never punished her, but he had punished other children, other boys and girls, mostly servants' children, and they had always left his rooms hurting and crying, and refusing to be comforted by their parents, refusing even to speak of what the Rohirric lord had done.
Others, the serving maids who were close to becoming grown ups, servant girls who had seen at least thirteen or fourteen summers, whispered of the punishments they received from Lord Grima as well. Some smiled, and others wept.
"Gleowine, hush up!"
"Del!"
Snarling under her breath, she grabbed her baby brother's hand and dragged him down the corridor, away from the Great Hall, whispering words her father sometimes said about Orcs. She finally found her parents' room and hauled him inside and shut the door.
"Leave me alone, you stupid baby!"
Gleowine stepped back from her and tripped over his own feet, falling onto his bottom. He began to sob loudly, almost screaming, the sound of it scraping over Delwyn's ears, driving her mad.
"Stop crying!" Delwyn suddenly yelled, and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. She almost cried, her palm was smarting so badly, but didn't. Her brother stared at her in shock, his face a brilliant bloody scarlet where her hand had connected, and began screaming in pain.
"D-Del…." He howled. "Owieeeeeee… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Next time you talk to me," she yelled, "I'll hurt you so bad, even Mother won't be able to fix you. Do you hear? I'll hit you so hard blood comes out. Don't tell Mother and Father, either. I'll get you if you do."
And she slapped him again, as hard as she could with her other hand, and left him sobbing and screaming in pain in her parents' room as she bolted down the hall to the safety of her lord's room before her mother and father came back from their volunteer shift in the King's fields.
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