The Adels - Part 15
The final installment (Part 15) of, The Adels, has been posted. If you have enjoyed, The Adels, watch for, A Selkie Tale, another adventure featuring Bray and Adel to start posting soon.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 15Burton was heading towards the mouth of the cave when he saw three people exit it. He recognized Grandmother Adel first. She was being carried by the young man they had sent after her.“You can put me down now, Bray. Leave an old woman a little bit of dignity, please. Adel, run and get my cane while I say hello to our head-man. How are things, Burton?”He would have answered her immediately, but all his attention was on the beautiful, red-coated, young woman who had just smiled at him as she sprinted past. She certainly was not the Adel he remembered.“Burton, stop gawking at the young girl and answer me, or I’ll tell your wife.”He shook himself and turned to her, “Grandmother, it is so wonderful to have you back. You look good. I’m glad you didn’t suffer during your . . . time away from us.”“Didn’t suffer! Of course I suffered. I almost died. If it wasn’t for the ministrations of Adel and a potion from the Far Darrig, I probably would have. Where is that girl anyway? She’s not as fast as I remember. Ah, there she is.”Adel ran up with Grandmother’s cane. The older Adel received it like a queen receiving a sceptre. Other people were gathering, and offering her warm wishes on her return. She hobbled off with all the villagers in tow. Bray let them depart. Young Adel stayed at his side.“I suppose you will be leaving soon,” she said to Bray.“I don’t know. It depends on the state of my boat. Shall we go and take a look?”“Adel smiled, “Yes, I would like that.”***There was a celebraton that evening to welcome Grandmother Adel home, and to thank Bray and Young Adel for their help in her rescue. Grandmother revelled in the attention, Bray, not so much although he found the ale to his liking. Young Adel slipped away after the meal. Tad the wood smith told Bray his boat had been repaired and itemized the repairs Bray and Adel had witnessed for themselves earlier. As the celebration was breaking up, Burton showed Bray to the small guest house he was assigned for the night. It was one room, with a two person wooden framed bed, a thin grass stuffed mattress, and a wash basin with a full pitcher of fresh water. Some animal hides covered most of the rock floor. Bray pulled his gift from Amadella out of his pack, spread the blankets on the bed, stripped off his jerkin, and had just finished washing when there was a soft tap at the door. Adel slipped in. She was wrapped only in her long red coat which she removed as soon as the door was closed, revealing a nakedness that took his breath away. She didn’t say anything as she came into his arms. He couldn’t stop himself. She was too alluring. He was sure that potion had contained Siren magic.Later, as they lay together she lifted her head from where it rested on his chest. “I wish to go with you tomorrow. I want to see something of the world before I take up my responsibilities here.”“What will Burton say about that?” Bray asked.“I have already told him. He said it would be okay if you agreed. The Far Darrig potion has given Grandmother new stamina. He thinks she will be healthy for some while. Who knows, there may even be another Adel ready to replace her by the time she is willing to step down. It has happened before.”“I’m a wanderer, Adel, a cottage, a wife, a family, are not in my immediate future. Are you good with that?”“I don’t want those things either. Traveling, seeing the world, those are the activities I desire right now.”Bray stroked her face. He could feel his body responding to her again, already. “Then the world is something else we can share,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.Adel moaned, and then whispered back, “Before you make me forget again I want you to answer a question. Why did Amadella give these wonderful blankets to you?”
The End
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 15Burton was heading towards the mouth of the cave when he saw three people exit it. He recognized Grandmother Adel first. She was being carried by the young man they had sent after her.“You can put me down now, Bray. Leave an old woman a little bit of dignity, please. Adel, run and get my cane while I say hello to our head-man. How are things, Burton?”He would have answered her immediately, but all his attention was on the beautiful, red-coated, young woman who had just smiled at him as she sprinted past. She certainly was not the Adel he remembered.“Burton, stop gawking at the young girl and answer me, or I’ll tell your wife.”He shook himself and turned to her, “Grandmother, it is so wonderful to have you back. You look good. I’m glad you didn’t suffer during your . . . time away from us.”“Didn’t suffer! Of course I suffered. I almost died. If it wasn’t for the ministrations of Adel and a potion from the Far Darrig, I probably would have. Where is that girl anyway? She’s not as fast as I remember. Ah, there she is.”Adel ran up with Grandmother’s cane. The older Adel received it like a queen receiving a sceptre. Other people were gathering, and offering her warm wishes on her return. She hobbled off with all the villagers in tow. Bray let them depart. Young Adel stayed at his side.“I suppose you will be leaving soon,” she said to Bray.“I don’t know. It depends on the state of my boat. Shall we go and take a look?”“Adel smiled, “Yes, I would like that.”***There was a celebraton that evening to welcome Grandmother Adel home, and to thank Bray and Young Adel for their help in her rescue. Grandmother revelled in the attention, Bray, not so much although he found the ale to his liking. Young Adel slipped away after the meal. Tad the wood smith told Bray his boat had been repaired and itemized the repairs Bray and Adel had witnessed for themselves earlier. As the celebration was breaking up, Burton showed Bray to the small guest house he was assigned for the night. It was one room, with a two person wooden framed bed, a thin grass stuffed mattress, and a wash basin with a full pitcher of fresh water. Some animal hides covered most of the rock floor. Bray pulled his gift from Amadella out of his pack, spread the blankets on the bed, stripped off his jerkin, and had just finished washing when there was a soft tap at the door. Adel slipped in. She was wrapped only in her long red coat which she removed as soon as the door was closed, revealing a nakedness that took his breath away. She didn’t say anything as she came into his arms. He couldn’t stop himself. She was too alluring. He was sure that potion had contained Siren magic.Later, as they lay together she lifted her head from where it rested on his chest. “I wish to go with you tomorrow. I want to see something of the world before I take up my responsibilities here.”“What will Burton say about that?” Bray asked.“I have already told him. He said it would be okay if you agreed. The Far Darrig potion has given Grandmother new stamina. He thinks she will be healthy for some while. Who knows, there may even be another Adel ready to replace her by the time she is willing to step down. It has happened before.”“I’m a wanderer, Adel, a cottage, a wife, a family, are not in my immediate future. Are you good with that?”“I don’t want those things either. Traveling, seeing the world, those are the activities I desire right now.”Bray stroked her face. He could feel his body responding to her again, already. “Then the world is something else we can share,” he said as he nuzzled her neck.Adel moaned, and then whispered back, “Before you make me forget again I want you to answer a question. Why did Amadella give these wonderful blankets to you?”
The End
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