Fionn stayed day after day, and since there was never any shortage of work for him to do, Johnathan wouldn’t have complained, even if Fionn’s touch didn’t send electricity racing through him.
For his part, Fionn found he enjoyed the work itself nearly as much as he liked Johnathan’s company. He’d been as tired after fights, and after the endless rounds of training that had prepared him for them, so the work didn’t seem too hard. As satisfying as battle and adventure could be, somehow the farm work was even more satisfying. The kingdom had to be defended, yes, and he was proud to be one of the defenders, but it felt now as though he were countering the death he’d dealt by dealing in life.
His sword and his chain mail stayed in the corner of his attic room, gathering dust, as the summer pa
