Flindra took it and unfolded it. It was a tiny blanket with embroidery around the edges. Brehwan had stitched a beautiful wreath of leaves and woody vines around the border.
"It's beautiful," she said in admiration.
"It's for your baby's crib. I know it's a bit early for such gifts, but I don't know if we'll see each other again so I want you to have it. The leaves will always remind you of your home."
The embroidery faded from Flindra's sight for her eyes were suddenly clouded with tears. "Thank you, Brehwan," she sobbed as she embraced her.
The two women clung to each other and wept. Dakra moved close and put a supportive hand on Flindra's shoulder. Soon she was pulled into the hug.
Flindra finally sighed and pushed away. She brushed off her tears with the back of her hand. "Leudh's probably saddled Deru."
Brehwan nodded in agreement while Dakra wiped her tears on her apron. "Probably so."
They turned and started for the door. Just as she had done upstairs, Flindra circled around and looked at the cozy cottage, trying to brand the vision on her memory.
"There has been much love in this home," she remarked. "That's why it is such a wonderful place."
"A house isn't a home unless there's love," Dakra said. She slipped Flindra's cloak over her shoulders and fastened it.
"Thank you."
Dakra brushed a lock of hair from Flindra's brow. "I'm afraid it's time, dear one."
"I know." She continued out the door.
Leudh and the boys were waiting in the yard. It was a somber scene for the twins were crying and Leudh looked as if he had been punched in the stomach for his face was taut with pain. The three women walked slowly to join them.
Dakra deftly took the crib blanket and the saddlebags from Flindra's hands. "I'll pack these."
"Thank you, Momma."
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