Inside, Gwen pulled off her coat and hung it upon the wall’s hook. She had barely moved around another foot before a suspicious voice asked, “And who was that?”
Morgana was sitting at her table drinking some hot tea.
“Um, my employer.” Gwen answered cautiously. “Mr. Pendragon.”
Morgana, being Morgana, jumped up from the table excitedly, nearly knocking over her tea. “THAT’S him?”
Gwen slowly nodded her head, feeling herself being turned around before she could get anything done. “You told me he was a miser! Damnfino!”
“Morgana!” Gwen shot back. “Don’t curse in my house. Not while my brother and sister are so near.”
Morgana waved her hand in dismissal. “Oh the two fell asleep hours ago. Won’t hear a thing. And you should have been honest Gwen. Your boss is a buck!”
Gwen rolled her eyes at the coarse word for a handsome man. “Morgana you need to stop spending so much time at those rags with Vivian! You’re starting to sound just like her.”
“You should go with us more often.” Morgana stated, going back to the table as Gwen made her own cup of tea.
“I don’t have the money for it.”
Morgana smirked. “Neither do we…but we still manage to get around.”
Gwen turned back to her friend with shock. Morgana was pretty with such pale skin and yet such beautiful long dark hair and the most green eyes. But sometimes her manners were no better than a common drunkard upon the street and her indulgence in fun cost plenty that Gwen had no luxury to spend.
She decided enough of that though. Better to focus on other things. “So how has Lenomie been doing?”
Morgana’s face sobered. “She was coughing quite a bit.”
“So you gave her it like I instructed?”
Morgana touched her friend’s hand. “Gwen I always do when I stay. But it’s not getting better.”
Gwen sighed. “I know.”
“I could help you some more. You know with the money.”
Gwen pushed away her friend’s hand, standing up firmly. “No. You wouldn’t have enough anyway. Merlin’s offered too, but the cost is so expensive.”
She touched at her pocket, the bills Arthur had graciously given her. Although it was a lot, it too wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be satisfactory, except maybe winning some kind of contest, but little chance of that.
The kind of money she needed, well it was the kind that only someone like Arthur Pendragon would have.
“I’ll make do.”
“She’s not getting any better Gwen.”
Standing at the counter now, facing the white wall, Gwen nodded her head without looking back. “I know. But she hasn’t gotten that worse either. Time hasn’t run out. I’ll get the money.”
“How?” Morgana asked her incredulously now.
Gwen turned back with an uncustomary impatient snap. “I don’t know ! But I’ll do it! I have to. I’m like her mother now. Both of theirs. I said I’d take care of them after my parents died, and I will.”
Morgana stepped up to her friend, putting her arm around her shoulder. “Bet you’re wishing you kept that jewel now.”
Gwen shook her head vehemently, telling Morgana strongly, “No. I don’t. It has sentimental value for him and regardless of that, it wasn’t mine to take. I don’t regret giving it back.”
Morgana let it go there, gave Gwen a hug goodbye, and returned to her own home.
Gwen made her way to the room where the twins slept. It was small and sparse, with a wooden divider separating it into two parts. On one side slept her sister, the other her brother, both seven years of age.
Each side displayed quite well on which a boy slept and on which a girl did.
She moved to her brother Garrick’s first. A ball shaped almost like an egg sat on his dresser, called a football, a game that Garrick and his friends liked playing quite a bit. Gwen moved it down into a basket on the floor. She often told her little brother that the dresser wasn’t the place for it, but Garrick often forgot.
It made Gwen smile mildly as she passed by the diamond shaped kite and wooden truck, both made by Merlin with Garrick’s assistance. She wished she had the money to get him more, but supplying just the materials cost plenty that Merlin’s donation of items that he used often enough for his work was a great help.
Morgana was sitting at her table drinking some hot tea.
“Um, my employer.” Gwen answered cautiously. “Mr. Pendragon.”
Morgana, being Morgana, jumped up from the table excitedly, nearly knocking over her tea. “THAT’S him?”
Gwen slowly nodded her head, feeling herself being turned around before she could get anything done. “You told me he was a miser! Damnfino!”
“Morgana!” Gwen shot back. “Don’t curse in my house. Not while my brother and sister are so near.”
Morgana waved her hand in dismissal. “Oh the two fell asleep hours ago. Won’t hear a thing. And you should have been honest Gwen. Your boss is a buck!”
Gwen rolled her eyes at the coarse word for a handsome man. “Morgana you need to stop spending so much time at those rags with Vivian! You’re starting to sound just like her.”
“You should go with us more often.” Morgana stated, going back to the table as Gwen made her own cup of tea.
“I don’t have the money for it.”
Morgana smirked. “Neither do we…but we still manage to get around.”
Gwen turned back to her friend with shock. Morgana was pretty with such pale skin and yet such beautiful long dark hair and the most green eyes. But sometimes her manners were no better than a common drunkard upon the street and her indulgence in fun cost plenty that Gwen had no luxury to spend.
She decided enough of that though. Better to focus on other things. “So how has Lenomie been doing?”
Morgana’s face sobered. “She was coughing quite a bit.”
“So you gave her it like I instructed?”
Morgana touched her friend’s hand. “Gwen I always do when I stay. But it’s not getting better.”
Gwen sighed. “I know.”
“I could help you some more. You know with the money.”
Gwen pushed away her friend’s hand, standing up firmly. “No. You wouldn’t have enough anyway. Merlin’s offered too, but the cost is so expensive.”
She touched at her pocket, the bills Arthur had graciously given her. Although it was a lot, it too wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be satisfactory, except maybe winning some kind of contest, but little chance of that.
The kind of money she needed, well it was the kind that only someone like Arthur Pendragon would have.
“I’ll make do.”
“She’s not getting any better Gwen.”
Standing at the counter now, facing the white wall, Gwen nodded her head without looking back. “I know. But she hasn’t gotten that worse either. Time hasn’t run out. I’ll get the money.”
“How?” Morgana asked her incredulously now.
Gwen turned back with an uncustomary impatient snap. “I don’t know ! But I’ll do it! I have to. I’m like her mother now. Both of theirs. I said I’d take care of them after my parents died, and I will.”
Morgana stepped up to her friend, putting her arm around her shoulder. “Bet you’re wishing you kept that jewel now.”
Gwen shook her head vehemently, telling Morgana strongly, “No. I don’t. It has sentimental value for him and regardless of that, it wasn’t mine to take. I don’t regret giving it back.”
Morgana let it go there, gave Gwen a hug goodbye, and returned to her own home.
Gwen made her way to the room where the twins slept. It was small and sparse, with a wooden divider separating it into two parts. On one side slept her sister, the other her brother, both seven years of age.
Each side displayed quite well on which a boy slept and on which a girl did.
She moved to her brother Garrick’s first. A ball shaped almost like an egg sat on his dresser, called a football, a game that Garrick and his friends liked playing quite a bit. Gwen moved it down into a basket on the floor. She often told her little brother that the dresser wasn’t the place for it, but Garrick often forgot.
It made Gwen smile mildly as she passed by the diamond shaped kite and wooden truck, both made by Merlin with Garrick’s assistance. She wished she had the money to get him more, but supplying just the materials cost plenty that Merlin’s donation of items that he used often enough for his work was a great help.
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