16. To Everything A Season
The ships holed up at wharf bob and sway as lightning forks overhead, dancing monkey-like from cloud to cloud. Moon and sun haven't shown for days; even greencoats are scarce.
Behind locked windows, pendant lanterns glow crystalline bright. Like stiff sheets in the laundry, backs bend, sag – Northman and Southron, Vale-folk and Westmen find ways to neighboring tavern chairs and a shared bottle or cookie, and no one minds the violin.
But uneasy peace is fragile: men of might and money can afford their quarrels. Isilwen dares no letters, but sends summer's tailing word north: Lebennin looks southward...
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