I made better progress with Lucianna's story this week. A particularly fun episode to write was an exchange between my hero, Sir Balduin, and Triston's young son, Perrin. I've only included two snippets of that scene here, but I look forward to sharing it with you in full when the story is finished. :-)
Monday: (Seven
year old Perrin to Sir Balduin): “One day Papa suggested that Siri was eating
too many sweets and Siri burst into tears and said, ‘I am not fat, I am having
a baby,’ and Papa said, ‘That is not what I meant—’, but I never found out what
he did mean because he just started
apologizing until Siri quit crying, and then she apologized too, and then they
looked at each other all goggly eyed—you know, the way you and Lady Lucianna
used to look at each other—and the next thing I knew they were kissing, so I
left the room.”
Tuesday: (Seven
year old Perrin to Sir Balduin again): “Father Michel said it is not refined
for a baron’s son, but he won’t let me swear, either. I have to say something
when I am vexed. So I say bah.”
Wednesday: Serafino appeared to be trying
to charm Siri with one of his angelic smiles and some words that flowed from
his lips in those same enchanting accents that Lucianna spoke in.
Thursday: The symbol had suddenly become
dear to Sir Balduin again on the day he had asked Lucianna to be his wife. As
he had let out his anxiously suspended breath at her blushing assent, the
obscure future he had grown to envision for himself suddenly took on vibrant
meaning at his anticipation of sharing his life with her.
Friday: (Serafino
to Sir Balduin): My sister may be, shall we say, a little beyond the bloom of
youth, but she is still a maiden whose virtue I consider myself honor bound to
defend.”