“Father is it necessary that I come to Lindisfarena with you?”
“Don’t you want to see the island and the king and all?”
“Well, ay, but—”
“But you’re smitten by Osythe, tell it true! Ow!”
A sharp elbow reminiscent of his mother’s dug me in the ribs.
“What! Too near the bone for you, was it?” I laughed and had to fight off a writhing, wrestling boy under the covers.
When his energy was spent and he was pinned down by my grip, he confessed,
“I suppose I do like Osythe, she’s a fair maid and she’s fun to be with.”
do“Ah, fun, is she?” I mocked and set off the writhing again. “ah, fair, is she?”
funfairThat was enough to make him give in. His eyes were heavy after a long, emotional day.
“You’d better get some sleep, my lad,” I said pointlessly as his breathing was already deep and eve
