372 Fearsome

 "Someone is up bright and early," came a voice followed by cigar smoke. 

 "I couldn't sleep," replied the other, "-the train is due to come soon." 

 "Are the events from last night bothering you that much?"

 "Father, I'm grateful you're here. I'd have never suspected such a plot against me. Uncle Solomon did apologize gravely after you left. I do think it a bit heartbreaking that you choose to abandon thy son."

 "I need not apologize," said Staxius extinguishing the cigar. "The sun is to rise soon. What happened to Arle, what is to happen to her?"

 "No idea," said he with the darkness of the night pierced by an array of warm colors. They stood out back of the cottage, a small area for plants and a nice table. 

 "Marrowy," mumbled Staxius, "-a pleasant village, the submerged feeling is gone. The air breathes easier."

 "I second the thought."

 "Good morning," said Courtney with a yawn, her step was matched by Arle.