Scene CXCI

*Bang!* — His fist now hit the chair’s edge in manifestation to his deep thrill. Even causing the woman to jump in surprise as she heard the ground’s suffering.

Nonetheless, he continued pacing, solely this time also looking for some simpler clothes he was to wear. Having in thought the preparations he was more interested in getting ready for once they got back from the feast.

“I’ll dress too.” — Aslak said, excited and reticent. — “I won’t trust all of it to Jollveld.”

He had to leave without seeing his wife. Nonetheless, his goodbye was told to Ewelina with a door as separation, and her sound still made him happy for he could imagine his voice had startled her in the solitude she refugee in.

A busy morning commenced for both with such a start.