“It’s a speciality of hers,” the oldest brother remarked. “She’s developed it into a fine art, and none of us’ – he included his brothers – “could do a thing about it.”
Grogellan looked at him with such a glare that he grimaced, shrugging his shoulders. Fort’s Lord Holder did not approve of sons criticizing their fathers, no matter what the cause.
“Any moment now,” Washell said, grinning in happy expectation.
He was right. Halanna’s shriek broke off abruptly. Then there was a long wait for those on the ground before her voice was heard again, and this time her shout was defiance mixed with astonishment.
That tone altered to outraged cries, screams, and finally into penitent sobs which gradually, over the next few minutes, dwindled into silence. Or at least to a level which was not audible to those below.
To give him credit, the oldest brother controlled his expression as he turned to Washell. “Our mounts need to be refreshed before we start back again,” he said.
“Then follow us,” said Grogellan. “You will guest at the Hold, for I know the Harper Hall is presently filled to capacity.” He gestured for the Istans to follow him.
The oldest brother, astonished and grateful for Grogellan’s hospitality, looked from him to the doorway of the Harper Hall. “I should await my father.” He turned back to Grogellan. “I am Brahil, and those two are my brothers, Landon and Brosil,” he said by way of introduction. “And Gostol, here, is our good captain who sailed us here.”
Grogellan nodded approval of Brahil’s manners and, leaving the young man to wait for his father, he swept the others ahead of him towards the Hold. “How was the sea on your way here, Master Gostol?” he asked, assuming the duties of a genial host.
The Istan holders stayed three more days, until Halanna finally capitulated – from sheer physical exhaustion. Ginia had naturally attended the girl after each session with her father and, although she was discreet, she did imply that it was no more than the child required to make her mend her ways.
“For so many children, disapproval is sufficient, or a rap on the
knuckles,” she said to Merelan, who was genuinely worried when Halanna showed no signs of repentance after the second chastisement.
“Then there are some who have to have manners thumped into their heads. Oddly enough, they seem to recover more quickly
than the sensitive child who is only verbally rebuked.”
“But…”
“He uses only his hand, and it’s more her pride that’s been offended than her butt end,” Ginia said. “If the issue is not forced now, she will become far worse in later years and end up disgracing her entire family and hold. That can’t be allowed.”
“It’s just that we’ve never had a child that difficult,” Merelan said.
Isla joined them, breathless from a fast walk across the courtyard.
“He’s taking most of her clothing back with him, and has asked me to provide warmer garments. Just a few, and nothing fancy, though I did talk him into permitting one nice outfit for Gathers and performances.” She looked almost regretful, though Halanna had driven her to despair with her snide comments and spiteful ways. “Only she’s not to pick it out. I’ll let Neilla do so.
She has the best taste and the most forgiving heart.”
Halanna was required to apologize to the MasterHarper, Journeywoman Healer Betrice, and Master Petiron for her intransigence.
Gennell had wanted to include Merelan, but the singer put her foot down. She would have the instructing of the humbled girl, and that was going to be hard enough to handle without the child experiencing further abasement.
“She brought it on herself,” Halibran said sternly.
“That does not require me to compound it,” Merelan said, lifting her chin to match his attitude.
“You are a gracious lady,” he said, relenting and bowing to her.
Halanna was granted a room to herself, the attic one, which had sufficient space for her much reduced wardrobe. If she did not apply herself to her lessons, her father had left instructions with the MasterHealer Ginia to take what disciplinary steps would be required to see that she did.