Scene LXXIII

Three knocks on his door were heard. Much confident, just as she had done the first time she visited along with a pair of unwelcomed guests.

"... Come in." — He said to the sound of it which made him glance at its wood blankly. Answering as he observed the last tad of mead in his leather mug that he would gulp down before the doors opened, creaking at her cautious movement.

"... Good day, Husband. I was told you requested my presence."

"..."

The voice felt far to his liking in his memories and to her greeting the open gates behind her was noticed.

His hand released the leather jack on the table. And went in her direction walking by her side to close them without saying a word.

Ewelina had followed his motion and turned to watch him, giving a few steps more inside the stances as nervousness enhanced the race of her heart from having him so near after days of wait.