Yohn had the idea that Arya and Til could move to his house and he and his family would move into the barracks. It was an ideal arrangement, he thought.
Erina wasn’t so sure about the plan.
Yohn visited the barracks to discuss it. It was all arranged and agreed to.
The time finally came but Erina was reluctant. It was bad enough that they had not ended up living in the castle, but now she had to live in the very basic accommodation of mere soldiers.
When Erina made no move to enter the barracks, Yohn took the baby and left her standing there.
He tried to console her but to little avail.
Til, in the meantime, had been preparing for the move. Hearing the news of Nikko’s death just brought it home to him how quickly time had passed.
He said farewell to Wulfric,
hoping that there would be no conflict to endanger his son.
Arya, too, said her farewells.
She would miss him a great deal.
And so they moved to the coast, where they lived in more “civilised” surroundings.
Til was not used to it, but Arya, of course, had grown up in the castle.
He contemplated his new life.
It took a bit of getting used to. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself after so long at the barracks.
He took to fishing, but it seemed a strange way to pass the time.
Back at the barracks, meanwhile, Bard thought it strange that a prince should be there. Of course, Arya had been a princess, but he’d known her so long he never thought of her as one.
Erina met Bard and Miriana, and took a liking to Bard.
Perhaps her new life would be tolerable.