Her day did not get off to a very good start. When she stepped out of the wagon to see to the morning meal for her family and the guards, one of the guards approached her to talk to her. His name was Gannon, and he was a fairly pleasant man.........for a guard. He told her about Shi's visit to the wagon, which had her shaking her head. Sometimes she just wanted to throttle the man, but she more or less kept that to herself.
When he told her that the woman had no clothes to wear now, she was livid that she had not been told before now. Calling to juneau, she explained to her very carefully that she was to go to Silken's wagons, find Jax and ask him to come to the Ubar's wagon so she could speak to him. Gannon went on to tell her that the woman refused to even sit on the platform, that she stayed inside all of the time, talking to herself. There was nothing she could do about that. Each day she had twist take meals to her, the same thing they ate, but she had noticed that Silken was eating little, which was a concern.
When Jax arrived, her conversation with him was brief and to the point. He was to go to Silk's wagon and gather up some clothing, several sets of clothing, and bring them back to her. As he walked off, she went back into her wagon and soon appeared with a basket of scented soaps and oils, handing them to twist. The girl was instructed to go to the bath wagon and heat water for Mistress Silken's bath,and to put the scented oils in it. She was also to stay there until Silken arrived and help her with her bath if needed. And if the woman balked, to tell her that she did not want Cana to show up and bathe her, herself.
By then, Jax had returned with a bundle of clothing, which was handed to Gannon. Looking up into the man's face, she instructed him to escort Silken to the bath wagon, and to wait there for her until she was finished. And she did not care if it took all morning, he was to give her privacy, and let her clean up.
She was in a mood, her mother would say.......She was all a twither. Well, maybe so, but she was irritated down to her core. She went about getting the boys ready for their day, feeding them a meal, searching for a missing boot, managing to run her fingers through hair that had not survived the night in the furs all that well. Finally they were off to run the slaves ragged.
It was Rook that came to her with a mug of tea, and pointed for her to sit on the wagon, relax, drink the tea and to calm down. She eyed him, but he had that look on his face that she knew so well, and she settled down with the tea, sipping and trying to get her mind back where it should be.
When he told her that the woman had no clothes to wear now, she was livid that she had not been told before now. Calling to juneau, she explained to her very carefully that she was to go to Silken's wagons, find Jax and ask him to come to the Ubar's wagon so she could speak to him. Gannon went on to tell her that the woman refused to even sit on the platform, that she stayed inside all of the time, talking to herself. There was nothing she could do about that. Each day she had twist take meals to her, the same thing they ate, but she had noticed that Silken was eating little, which was a concern.
When Jax arrived, her conversation with him was brief and to the point. He was to go to Silk's wagon and gather up some clothing, several sets of clothing, and bring them back to her. As he walked off, she went back into her wagon and soon appeared with a basket of scented soaps and oils, handing them to twist. The girl was instructed to go to the bath wagon and heat water for Mistress Silken's bath,and to put the scented oils in it. She was also to stay there until Silken arrived and help her with her bath if needed. And if the woman balked, to tell her that she did not want Cana to show up and bathe her, herself.
By then, Jax had returned with a bundle of clothing, which was handed to Gannon. Looking up into the man's face, she instructed him to escort Silken to the bath wagon, and to wait there for her until she was finished. And she did not care if it took all morning, he was to give her privacy, and let her clean up.
She was in a mood, her mother would say.......She was all a twither. Well, maybe so, but she was irritated down to her core. She went about getting the boys ready for their day, feeding them a meal, searching for a missing boot, managing to run her fingers through hair that had not survived the night in the furs all that well. Finally they were off to run the slaves ragged.
It was Rook that came to her with a mug of tea, and pointed for her to sit on the wagon, relax, drink the tea and to calm down. She eyed him, but he had that look on his face that she knew so well, and she settled down with the tea, sipping and trying to get her mind back where it should be.
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