written for fiefgoldenlake dot proboards dot com's Decathlon challenge!

She is as lovely and blonde as the day he met her some decades past in the company of Delia of Eldorne. He is older, balder, injured, and the soft spot in her heart immediately offers him a room.

"I was going home to my wife and new grandchild," the former training master says, explaining his unexpected stop. "But the roads are bad and there's a storm coming up- I thought it was safer to stop here."

"You're always welcome," she says, laying a hand on his arm. "But what of the pages?"

"Your husband has watch over them, until the king can contact Padraig haMinch," he explains. "I resigned."