That seems rude. We don't want to be rude. We want to take time to give them time to mourn. We can marry later, there is no rush," said Bardolph.
All the elders looked at each other. Some were surprised, some were impressed. There was pin-drop silence in the hall as everyone just kept staring at each other. Alder was thinking that it was something stupid that the youngsters wanted to change, again, but he was glad after seeing their soft hearts and decision-making skills.
"That is brilliant, dear," said Margaret. "You will be honouring the fallen warriors. I always knew my son was a softy."
"Mom!" Bardolph looked embarrassed. He had successfully created a rude persona, but his mother was destroying everything.
"Yes, that is an extremely wise decision. Our kids are so sensitive. They don't want to celebrate while others mourn," said Markway and smiled at his daughter.