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needed a strong cup of coffee.
The smell of fresh baked bread and laughter spilled forth, and she smiled.
“Well, there you are. If we had known you were going to take a walk this early, we would have joined you,” said Maeve, smiling back.
She didn’t want to worry her friends with her sleepless night. “I was up early. And considering how everyone drank last night”—pausing to wink at Sally and Cara—“I wanted to take a look at the grounds of the castle.”
“Then I hope you’ve worked up an appetite, because between Gwen and your father’s cook, Susan, we’re in for a treat.” Maeve moved to sit down at the kitchen table.
“Good morning, Aileen,” said Aunt Lily walking into the kitchen. “Did you sleep well?” Peering over her shoulder, she tried to see what all the commotion was about.
Ignoring her aunt’s question, Aileen whispered, nodding in the direction of the two women. “Both of the chefs are apparently cooking for us this morning. This should be a feast. I should have waited to take my walk after I ate.”
“How early have they been at it?”
Overhearing Aunt Lily’s question, Teresa replied, “Since five this morning.” She moved past Aileen placing a basket of freshly baked scones on the table.
“Sheesh! I thought I was the only one up,” muttered Aileen. Noticing a pot on the table, she grabbed a mug and prayed it was coffee. The rich aroma filled her senses, and she poured until the liquid reached the brim. Holding the mug and inhaling, she sipped it slowly, before taking a seat beside Cara. Her friend had one too many last night and gave her a brief smile as she nursed her cup, too.
Closing her eyes, she allowed the hot brew to do its magic and clear the cobwebs from her brain.
“Good morning, Aileen.”
She opened her eyes to find her father standing next to her. He had a smile for her, but a shadow of sadness creased his features. Her heart lurched.
Giving him a warm smile, she replied, “Good morning, Dad.”
He glanced at the women talking and preparing the food in a frenzy of words and movement, and chuckled. “I knew Gwen would immediately fall in love with the kitchens and Susan.”
“Yes, it looks like she’s found nirvana,” chortled Aileen, sipping more of her coffee. “Have you eaten?”
Her dad turned back to her. “Aye. I thought I would come and let you know I will be in the library. Come see me after you’re done here.” Before he took his leave, he placed a kiss on her brow.
Nodding, she gave him another smile.
Instantly, Gwen and Susan started bringing forth steaming dishes and more baskets containing breads. Aileen definitely made a mental note to take another long walk after her meeting with her father. This time she would roam the hills to work off all the food she was going to consume.
****
Several hours later, and feeling refreshed from the warmth of food, friends, and abundant mugs of coffee, Aileen made her way down the corridor to the library. She paused every once in a while to admire another tapestry, richly woven with scenes of medieval life.
Again, questions as to why her parents kept this knowledge from her made no sense. She just could not fathom that, because of a vision her mother had, both her parents withheld part of her heritage for her safety. Knowing her mother, she would have shared her vision preparing her for whatever lay ahead, not shielded her. But her dad may have asked her to wait since he didn’t seem as sure of the vision.
Pausing outside the library’s huge oak doors, she took a deep fortifying breath and pushed them open. To say the room was large would be an understatement. The word immense suited its description better. The only wall which wasn’t adorned in rich, dark paneled shelves filled with books held a fireplace dead center in the room. Several ladders were on either end, and Aileen itched to climb up and view the books on the top shelves.
Her father stood next to Liam, their backs to her,
The smell of fresh baked bread and laughter spilled forth, and she smiled.
“Well, there you are. If we had known you were going to take a walk this early, we would have joined you,” said Maeve, smiling back.
She didn’t want to worry her friends with her sleepless night. “I was up early. And considering how everyone drank last night”—pausing to wink at Sally and Cara—“I wanted to take a look at the grounds of the castle.”
“Then I hope you’ve worked up an appetite, because between Gwen and your father’s cook, Susan, we’re in for a treat.” Maeve moved to sit down at the kitchen table.
“Good morning, Aileen,” said Aunt Lily walking into the kitchen. “Did you sleep well?” Peering over her shoulder, she tried to see what all the commotion was about.
Ignoring her aunt’s question, Aileen whispered, nodding in the direction of the two women. “Both of the chefs are apparently cooking for us this morning. This should be a feast. I should have waited to take my walk after I ate.”
“How early have they been at it?”
Overhearing Aunt Lily’s question, Teresa replied, “Since five this morning.” She moved past Aileen placing a basket of freshly baked scones on the table.
“Sheesh! I thought I was the only one up,” muttered Aileen. Noticing a pot on the table, she grabbed a mug and prayed it was coffee. The rich aroma filled her senses, and she poured until the liquid reached the brim. Holding the mug and inhaling, she sipped it slowly, before taking a seat beside Cara. Her friend had one too many last night and gave her a brief smile as she nursed her cup, too.
Closing her eyes, she allowed the hot brew to do its magic and clear the cobwebs from her brain.
“Good morning, Aileen.”
She opened her eyes to find her father standing next to her. He had a smile for her, but a shadow of sadness creased his features. Her heart lurched.
Giving him a warm smile, she replied, “Good morning, Dad.”
He glanced at the women talking and preparing the food in a frenzy of words and movement, and chuckled. “I knew Gwen would immediately fall in love with the kitchens and Susan.”
“Yes, it looks like she’s found nirvana,” chortled Aileen, sipping more of her coffee. “Have you eaten?”
Her dad turned back to her. “Aye. I thought I would come and let you know I will be in the library. Come see me after you’re done here.” Before he took his leave, he placed a kiss on her brow.
Nodding, she gave him another smile.
Instantly, Gwen and Susan started bringing forth steaming dishes and more baskets containing breads. Aileen definitely made a mental note to take another long walk after her meeting with her father. This time she would roam the hills to work off all the food she was going to consume.
****
Several hours later, and feeling refreshed from the warmth of food, friends, and abundant mugs of coffee, Aileen made her way down the corridor to the library. She paused every once in a while to admire another tapestry, richly woven with scenes of medieval life.
Again, questions as to why her parents kept this knowledge from her made no sense. She just could not fathom that, because of a vision her mother had, both her parents withheld part of her heritage for her safety. Knowing her mother, she would have shared her vision preparing her for whatever lay ahead, not shielded her. But her dad may have asked her to wait since he didn’t seem as sure of the vision.
Pausing outside the library’s huge oak doors, she took a deep fortifying breath and pushed them open. To say the room was large would be an understatement. The word immense suited its description better. The only wall which wasn’t adorned in rich, dark paneled shelves filled with books held a fireplace dead center in the room. Several ladders were on either end, and Aileen itched to climb up and view the books on the top shelves.
Her father stood next to Liam, their backs to her,
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