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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire By Lady Lilium Characters: 4930

Updated: 2018-07-10 12:03


'I told her that our mother was senile and that she thinks that bats come out of her ears.'

'You told her what?!' his brothers spoke at once.

Arlen shrugged helplessly.

Farrell groaned, covering his face with a hand.

'My poor aching head' he lamented. 'It's too early in the morning for this.'

'Why don't you want her?' Brice asked Arlen. 'She's a lovely girl.'

'No!' Arlen cried dramatically back. 'I would never want to spend the rest of my life with a woman so stupid and gullible. I mean really…'

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The brothers all glanced at each other uncertainly.

'Are you expecting someone?' Brice asked Farrell.

'No' he answered, rising to his feet and marching towards the doors.

Farrell pulled back one of the heavy doors, seeing a young female figure standing before him.

'Hello Sue' Farrell blinked. 'What can I do for you?'

'Is Arlen there?' the lady asked him politely.

'Yeah' Farrell began turning back to the entrance hall from which the kitchen could be seen. 'He's right….'

Farrell only saw Brice sitting at the table, staring back at him.

'Where is he?' Farrell mimed to Brice.

Brice simply indicated towards a window that was behind him, an open window. The curtains either side lifted in the breeze.

Farrell gave Brice an alarmed look. Brice simply shrugged.

Arlen ran as fast as he could away from the house. The brothers who remained in the manor stood before the window, watching Arlen growing smaller and smaller as he ran across the fields and into the horizon.

Brice returned to his own home later that day, and was greeted immediately by his wife.

'Brice, my darling. Where have you been?'

He smiled to her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her.

'I'm sorry Alice' he said. 'I didn't mean to stay out all night, but…'

'I know' she interrupted, patting his hair down lovingly. 'Your brother must celebrate his promotion. He should be proud.'

Brice smiled at his wife again. 'I'm so lucky to have you' he told her. 'You just…understand.'

'Well' she beamed, gliding back away from him. 'What kind of wife would I be if I didn't understand and look after my own husband? Oh…by the way I've made breakfast for you.'

Brice chuckled to himself. 'You are too good to me woman.'

Striding towards him and heading for the door was his first and so far only child, Shawn.

'What are you doing with that?' Brice asked sternly, eyeing the

bow Shawn held in his hand and the quiver of arrows at his back.

Shawn grinned slyly, clutching the weapon to his chest.

A handsome, tall and muscular boy of twelve, Shawn was the son every father dreamed of. Brave, confident, strong, he was a born fighter. He had gained most of his father's traits, but had his mother's blond hair, and was as mischievous in his youth as Brice had been in his. But he had a good heart. If Brice ever had to leave home, he would feel his wife would be safe, with Shawn to protect her.

'Where do you think you're going?' Brice interrogated.

'Father' Shawn began. 'I was just on my way out to meet my friends; we're going out to hunt.'

Brice raised his finger in warning to him. 'If I find out you've hurt yourself doing something stupid again I will be less than pleased. I don't want to find any more unexplained stitches on you.'

'So you're saying that if I hurt myself I should hide it better?'

Brice clocked him over the back of the head. 'Get out.'

Shawn rushed through the door without a backwards glance. Brice watched as his son mounted one of their chestnut horses tied up outside, kicking the beast into a gallop. He frowned as Shawn rode away, but his eyes grew gentle.

'He is a good boy, is he not?' Alice said.

'He is' Brice replied as he closed the door.

He turned to his loyal wife. 'Alice. How have you been feeling?'

'Well enough' she replied simply, hovering towards him and taking him by the arm, leading him into the kitchen.

She brought him before the table, pulling back a chair and putting her hands upon his shoulders, she forced him down into the seat.

'How did you know I was coming?' Brice asked her as she placed a generous plate of food before him.

'I didn't' she answered happily, swaying on the spot and hugging herself, clearly pleased with herself.

'But you have all this food prepared for me.'

She leant forwards, elbows upon the table. 'I always have food prepared for you.' She kissed his cheek and floated away, singing to herself as she began to tidy.

She faltered suddenly, turning back to Brice. 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing' Brice replied hastily.

He glanced about, taking in the rooms around him. His house was comfortable, but modest. Larger than Arlen's, but smaller than Farrell's, Brice was content with what he had.

'Are you happy here?' Brice asked his wife.

'Happy?' she repeated uncertainly. 'Of course I am happy.'

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