"Good morning, mother." Frederick stumbled into the common room, yawning. The light was already shining this early, thanks to the warm days of summer.
"Good morning," Lilliane smiled at her son. "How is the well coming along?"
"Good enough," Frederick poured himself a drink and sat. "Father said we're to get the stones later today and the walls will be built. If the Wrenne boy is ready, we'll have the roof by the night."
"Just in time," Lilliane smiled. When Frederick looked puzzled, she sighed. All work and no play, she thought sadly. "Midsummer is tomorrow."
"Good morning," Lilliane smiled at her son. "How is the well coming along?"
"Good enough," Frederick poured himself a drink and sat. "Father said we're to get the stones later today and the walls will be built. If the Wrenne boy is ready, we'll have the roof by the night."
"Just in time," Lilliane smiled. When Frederick looked puzzled, she sighed. All work and no play, she thought sadly. "Midsummer is tomorrow."
"Oh yes, your mother loves a party. She's been teaching poor Beatrix all of her good recipes." Jeremiah patted the newly built wall. "And she's been running the Booker boy ragged with all the wood fetching for the fire. There may not be a forest left by the end of the day." Frederick had a chuckle at that.
"Do we have time?" He asked when he had calmed himself.
"We must make time," his father cautioned. "Look at what's happened recently. The people need a rest, something to look forward to." Frederick frowned, recalling the bug incidents. "Look about you, my son. We're away from home, and we need something that reminds us of home. Since not all can go on the supply trip this fall, what better than a midsummer celebration?"
Frederick nodded, adjusting a stone. "Perhaps it is a time for rest."
"Do we have time?" He asked when he had calmed himself.
"We must make time," his father cautioned. "Look at what's happened recently. The people need a rest, something to look forward to." Frederick frowned, recalling the bug incidents. "Look about you, my son. We're away from home, and we need something that reminds us of home. Since not all can go on the supply trip this fall, what better than a midsummer celebration?"
Frederick nodded, adjusting a stone. "Perhaps it is a time for rest."