Ripe wheat swayed and bowed under their scythes, four men and one woman worked together in some only to them known rhythm. Sun was high above them on the farmsteads around Forlaw.
Frumgar shouts "Aee!" and they all stop while other women collect the wheat. Cynebur takes her apron and wipes off the sweat, beautifully aching from the hard work. She squeezes her left arm fist few times, feeling the grasp better. Voice draws her attention up to the man that spoke.
- Sister, I say we had a good year! It must be because of your return, Folde smiled upon us! - Holdwine smiled to her behind his long red beard. Her brother-in-law was tall man an fyrd himself, riding with her few seasons and with upon he met her younger sister and they got married.
Cynebur takes a look around at golden visage of fields of wheat "I think it were your hard working arms at the spring and good seasons after! Only if stays this way so we finish harvest." smiles to him and as her sister comes with bucket of water and grabbing spoon she takes time to refresh herself then offers grabbing spoon to Holdwine.
Cynthyrith was bearen with fourth child and she was spared of work in field, though it was obvious a bucket was to heavy for her. "Sister I will take that, go rest in the shade with Holdwine." - Cynebur plainly takes the bucket without further discussion.
The two went to seek shade to rest as Cynebur moved around workers with bucket of water. One of the hired workers smiled and said after drinking some water.
- Cynebur, ja? Did you hear about Stangard? Yer were handthegn there, ja? -
- Ja, I was, what do you mean? What about? - she carefully asks.
- My uncle is merchant so he goes to Stangard often. Suddenly he returned week before he should, and with story that he couldnt even enter burgh! - man grins as he cought her attention.
- Go on. - Cynebur nods.
- Guard on gates said no one can come in as there is some disease killing villagers, he said he saw pyre of dead villagers as he was returning to his way. Misfortune fell on Stangard since yer left it, scaeldmagden. - Man snickers at her.
Cynebur frowns not only for the news but the pure enjoyment of the man as he was telling her that. - Leave my lands, rumormonger and return to your lord, I will not be played again as he orders. - she whispers out to the man and steps forth to him. - Now. -
His eyes squint in anger and malice "Fool of a woman, you already do, all fo you." he says and drops scythe before her "Shame." he said as smirking at her, and then just turns around and leaves.
Two of her brother-in-law joined her as watching the man leave.
- Who let this man join us? - Cynebur asked them as picking up the scythe.
- I tought Holdwine did. - Said Frumgar and looked to Holdwine.
- No, he said you invited him. - Holdwine jerked his head and looked back to Frumgar and Cynebur.
Cynebur stands up "Thought so, no matter how I hid from them, they find me."
Frumgar frowns and leans on scythe "I fear we will soon wear blades and shields instead of scythes and shovels."
Holdwine embraces Cynthyth and rubs her round belly gently "What will be will be. only Wyrd knows what future brings."
Cynebur grabs scythe tighter as glancing to her sister, fearful for her family "Lets finish this first, hm?" she says and returns to the line of unharvested wheat.
