Percy is down at the asparagus bed, kneeling in the mud (it rained the night before), and cutting asparagus with a knife made, because he is handy, out of what was once an armour-part
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We're going to assume that Mordred eventually helps Cimorene to some feverfew, so she comes back with a full basket, looking a bit thoughtful. She's a bit smudged with mud herself, from tramping through the woods all day. She smiles when she sees him, because she really can't help it anymore. "You look pleased with yourself."
"If by 'found' you mean 'happened to ask Mordred, who had access to some,' then yes. I don't need much at a go, so if it works, we can just dry the rest of it."
"Spregs, hm?" Almost absently, she says, "Oh... you once mentioned that you wouldn't mind if I borrowed your old sword, to practice with. Is that still alright?"
"Oh, good! He's good, you can learn from him." He puts the last of to-day's asparagus in his basket and stands, his knees sore from kneeling, and rubs the back of his neck. "So'd you have a good day?"
She nods. "Alright. I got the feverfew, which is what I wanted." She actually looks the smallest bit worn, and maybe a little quieter than usual. Three Orkney brothers in one afternoon will do that.
He leads her into the woods, past Heliabel's tree and deeper in even, until they get to a spring. The shiny part, though, is that the spring's at the top of a broken bit of hill, and it cascades downwards over the rocks there into a splashy pool at their feet. There are briar roses growing around it, and the pool, when it fills too far, spills over into a small stream that flows out of the woods in a rock and clay bed banked on either side by rush reeds and grasses and emerald green algae in the places where it runs slowly.
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After all, he's Cywyllog's champion, and that means she gets VEGGIES.
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