Ordermaster

XLII

Almost another eightday had passed, and, in addition to his travels around his lands with Glyan, Dorwan, and Chyhat, Kharl had finished another score of various types of barrels, as well as the six half barrels for the vintner, two each with different amounts of toasting. Of course, the mage and cooper reflected, it would be more than a year before Glyan would have any idea as to whether the toasting mattered, and how much. Then, too, because the grapes changed some every year, depending on the weather, it might well be years before they really knew. He was just beginning to understand why Glyan was so cautious.

Kharl had blotted his forehead with the sleeve of his working gray shirt and turned to reach for another stave when he noticed that Heldya stood just inside the doorway of the cooperage, her figure outlined by the late-morning sunlight.

He stopped and stepped away from the bench. “Yes, Heldya? What is it? Does your mother need something?”

“No, Lord Kharl. Ser Arynal’s daughter is here. She’s waiting for you up at the main house.”

“Which daughter? Did she say?”

“Mother said it was the younger one, the nicer one.”

Meyena? Kharl took a deep breath. At least it wasn’t Norelle. “If you would run back and tell her that I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, ser.” Heldya scurried off.

Kharl glanced at the staves for the unfinished hogshead, then shook his head. He reracked his tools and left the cooperage, making his way up the last part of the hill to the main house, where he entered through the rear service door.

“She is in the sitting room,” Adelya said quietly from the kitchen. “I will have a midday meal for you and your company.”

“Thank you. I didn’t expect her,” replied Kharl.

“You are a widower, Lord Kharl,” Adelya pointed out. “You are also thought to be a powerful man, and you’re handsome.”

Handsome? Kharl certainly didn’t consider himself good-looking. He wasn’t ugly, but handsome?

“I’ll tell them you’ll be with them shortly.”

“Thank you,” he said again, before turning to take the rear stairs to the upper level.

Kharl undressed and washed quickly, using the basin and pitcher Adelya or Heldya had set out for him-he didn’t have time for a real bath. Then he dried and donned a clean set of blacks, before heading down the front staircase.

Meyena was still waiting on the love seat in the sitting room. Beside her was an older woman who looked like Lady Jacelyna, but with a more pinched face, and totally white hair. Both women rose the moment they saw Kharl. The older woman wore a long gray traveling dress with a muted purple jacket.

Ser Arynal’s younger daughter wore flowing black trousers, a cream shirt, and a dark maroon vest. “Lord Kharl.”

“Lady Meyena.”

“You’re kind. I’m not the heiress. Only Mama is properly a lady.” Her smile was tentative. “This is my aunt Aylena.”

Kharl inclined his head to the older woman. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“And I you, Lord Kharl. One seldom encounters a mage who is also a lord.”

Kharl wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, but after a moment that felt all too long and awkward, he managed to reply. “That was Lord Ghrant’s choice, and who am I to second-guess his decisions?” After another silence, he added, “I must apologize. I didn’t expect company, and I’ve been working in the cooperage.”

“It was quite rude of us to come unannounced,” the young woman replied. “I know, but I brought you three bushels of redberries. We had so many of them, and I just thought it would be a shame if you didn’t have some. You can make juice if you can’t eat them all, and it will keep in a cellar for eightdays.” Meyena offered another tentative smile.

“Redberries-that was very thoughtful of you, and to come all that way.”

“No one was using the coach, and Aunt Aylena was kind enough to accompany me. Besides, it is a lovely day, and there are so few neighbors who are close.”

What she meant, Kharl realized, was that there were few neighbors who were well-off or lords. “There are few close to Cantyl, and not many, I would wager, close to your father’s lands.”

“Yes, Feldingdon is most isolated, especially in the winter. That is why I like to visit when we can.”

“I can imagine.” Kharl turned to the older woman, who was probably closer to his age than was Meyena. “Do you live at Feldingdon, or are you visiting?”

“Me? Ser Arynal was kind enough to let me have a cottage there after Durulat passed on. It is different. We had lived in Valmurl ever since we were consorted-in Hilldale, you understand.”

Kharl assumed that Hilldale was one of the better areas. “I would judge that Feldingdon is very different.”

“That it is, but Arynal has been most kind, as have the girls.” Aylena smiled at Meyena. “I was delighted to accompany her here. You know that it’s been years since a lord was in residence here?”

“So I have been told. Would you like a short tour of the grounds near the house?” Kharl smiled politely.

“That would be-” Aylena turned to her niece. “This was your idea, dear, and I should not be deciding for you.”

“Oh, no,” protested the younger woman, “I would very much like to see what you have done here, Lord Kharl.”

“I’ve only done a few things, but I’d be happy to show you around; then perhaps you two would join me for a midday dinner.”

“You’re most gracious, Lord Kharl,” offered Meyena.

Kharl could sense that the young woman meant what she said, and that she was a sweet and sincere young lady. The only problem was that he did not have the faintest interest in her, and that would make it hard on her, since her parents were clearly hoping that he would. He smiled. “Then we should start by walking down to the pier. You get a better view of the harbor from there …”

Without a doubt, Kharl reflected, as he opened the door to the front porch-or portico, as Norelle had called it-the day would be moderately pleasant … and very long.