Part 16: The Enchanted Templar
She was screaming and crying. He had even thrown a vase at him! He didn't even know this harridan that was carrying on inside the cabin.
"It's normal," said the farmer whose wife had come to help with the birth. "You should have heard Betsy when our first was born." He laughed and flicked the straw into the grass. "Was a real monster, she was. Thought I'd be kicked from the house after that, I did."
Andrew sighed. "I really hate to see her suffer."
"You jes wait," the farmer said. "That babe comes out, an' she'll be a dif'rent woman."
He didn't say it, but he didn't want a dif'rent woman. He wanted Miranne back. Now. Not a shrieking, screaming stranger. Who would have thought his meek, mild, gentle Miranne could turn into such a harpy!
Then a sound came through the window. A soft, wailing sort of mewl. He threw the door open and rushed inside.
"Fer shame!" the farmer's wife said. "Ya didn't even let me clean 'im!"
"It's a boy?" he said, awed. He had a son!
"Aye, an' a brawny one, too."
The woman bustled around, but Andrew had eyes only for his wife and son. He had everything he ever wanted. He had family, and a beautiful, sweet wife who even now smiled at him. He was so happy that he had remembered to get her phylactery on the way out of the tower.
No one would ever find them this deeply in the wilds. It was a hard life, but it was a good life.
As stated, I am always deeply grateful to anyone who takes time to let me know they enjoyed it. Isn't every artist grateful for a little appreciation? :)