I'm a miller. None of these crafts and such for me. When I'm not at the millstone I'me here, by the lake, fishing. Take after my old Uncle Enconeg that way.
“My brother, Thaddeus - he's sicker than he knows. I fear for him if he doesn't take a rest from guard duty.”
“He's stood there day and night! He'll die of plague is the short and long of it. Don't quite know how to talk sense into the fool. Our sister could, if she weren't laid in bed with the plague herself.”
“She was fine until two days past. Then, all of a sudden, she could hardly stand. Astrid's tending to her now. When she took sick is right when Thaddeus got that foolish notion in his head.”
