In which the rumors of Haft’s nuptial bliss are greatly exaggerated
Inner Ward of Anvard
You stand in the Inner Ward of Anvard. The ground is hard-packed earth, and it is open to the sky above. Wonderful aromas come wafting out from the Kitchen to the south, near the well. Huge, impressive, intricately carved doors lead to the Great Hall. Staff hurry about, in and out of their quarters, serving the Great Hall and the Council Chamber. A quieter corridor to the northeast leads to the library and schoolroom. Noble lords and ladies also pass through, walking towards their quarters seeing to other business. A guarded gatehouse to the east stands between the inner and outer wards. Two stairways line the curtain wall, climbing to the upper reaches of the castle. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
You can go: Council Chamber , Northeast Hallway , Inner Gatehouse , Kitchen
, Great Hall , Staff Quarters , Infirmary , Southern Stairwell , Northern Stairwell
Haft heads from the direction of the Northeast Hallway, a book under his arm.
Greta comes walking out of the kitchens carrying a few bundles. She catches sight of Haft and makes a beeline for him, “Wotcher Haft” she calls out, waving with her free hand.
Haft pauses mid-stride, not expecting the greeting. “Good day.”
Greta is smiling a wide, innocent smile, “When’d you get back from your honeymoon?”
Haft stares. “What?”
Greta tilts her head, “Doris from the kitchens says you was all on a honeymoon with that guard lady ’cause you both vanished all sudden like so she said you must have gotten married”
Haft’s jaw goes slack. He gapes for a full three seconds before remembering to close his mouth. “She said what?”
Greta continues to prattle on as if she hasn’t noticed Haft’s jaw dropping, “She said you must have got married cause why else would you both disappear like that, you don’t half stand out you too it’s not hard to notice when you’re gone.”
Haft looks furious. “Guardswoman Megren and I are not married,” he says firmly.
Greta’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and she says, “Oh that’s a shame, I’d have been proper happy for you both if you were and it might have made you less grumpy”
Haft’s mouth forms a thin line. “You are blunt with me, so I will return the courtesy by telling you that you are a rude and impertinent child. You want to go spreading gossip like honey all over the castle, that’s your affair. Smear my name to your heart’s content. But do not spread rumors about Megren in my hearing Greta.”
Greta’s head tilts to the other side, “Was only askin’ cause of what I was told. I didn’t say nothing, mister.”
Haft says, “I am more than twice her age and, I have been told by you and others, quite disagreeable. The idea that Guardswoman Megren and I would wed is fantastic in the extreme. Perhaps it is the openness of your ears you should attend to then, if you insist it is not your mouth.”
Greta shrugs offhandedly, “I ain’t judging, mister. Our Elton went and married our Rita at that age. Folks can’t help who they love.”
Haft answers stiffly. “Well, now that I have clarified the matter for you, perhaps you can turn your tongue to discouraging the story should you hear it again.”
Greta says, “Sure thing, mister.”
Haft runs his free hand through his hair, looks at Greta for a moment, then drops his hand and takes off for the barracks without another word.