A Blink of an Eye by Troy A. Hill

Author:Troy A. Hill [Hill, Troy A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TH Media
Published: 2018-10-30T22:00:00+00:00

I found Gerallt and his men at a small farm near the borderlands in the village of Cilfach Mwd—“Muddy Creek” in the Cymry language. They had arrived that morning. This was the family farm Sawyle had grown up on. His father, was bent with age, but amiable and welcoming. Gerallt and the others already had bowls of stew, and mugs of ale in hand. I wave off the food, claiming to have eaten on the journey.

Once I shared Sawyl’s message for his family, preparations flowered quickly. We would take up residence in their house, while Cledwyn and his family would make the long day’s walk to Caer Penllyn.

One of the neighbouring farmers would sent a couple of their sons to take over the farm chores each morning. They invited our party to stay there until the family returned in a fortnight. I’d have to return to the Caer for the wedding in about a week. But until Gwen came to get me, I’d stay and run patrols with Gerallt and his men.

On the fourth morning, Gwen let me know she was heading my way and would bring a surprise. I took a stroll to the woods on the edge of the farmstead, and when the red rift opened, Enid stepped through, followed by Gwen. Enid wore a large smile—along with her sword.

“Oh, Mair. I was going stir crazy,” she said and slid an arm around my waist. Her sword banged against my hip. “I hate being cooped up with this pregnancy. How do you sit there and do nothing but sew all day?”

“Practice, dear. Centuries of practice.” I said.

“Rhian suggested we show Enid the sunny countryside to get her out and about,” Gwen said.

“How is she?” I sent as I hugged Gwen.

“Fine as can be.” She kissed my cheek before she stepped back. “I’ve done what I can to help her morning sickness, and the herbal teas have helped with the rest. We believe we’ve stabilised her tummy to where she will keep her meals down if she doesn’t exert herself.”

“I’m feeling far better,” Enid said, as if reading our silent conversation. “I miss our sword practice.” She grinned at me slyly.

“I see you came prepared,” I said.

Gwen sighed and nodded her blessing.

“Gerallt and his men are still asleep in the farmhouse,” I said. “They’ll rise in another few hours. Let’s go to the other side of the woods so we don’t wake them.”

Gwen sat on my cloak to watch Enid and me. We worked through a new set of intermediate meditations. This would give her something unfamiliar to practice on her own and help keep her mind off her confinement. Aemi wouldn’t have taught these meditations until a student’s second year, but Enid had already learned all the first year meditations.

“I’m fine,” she said as Gwen called for another break to rest. Gwen had fetched a pitcher and mugs out of a magical slit in a log, then found water in a nearby stream. She made sure Enid sat and drank every time we took a rest from our sword meditations.

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