Two
Wickfield
Autumn 918 MC
Albreda turned the page, then looked up towards the distant river, letting the words sink in. "Water doth lead to undreamed shores," she said out loud.
"What was that?" her father asked.
She looked up from her stool. "Nothing, Father."
"Are you reading again?"
"Of course," she answered. "What else would I be doing?"
"What is it this time?"
"It’s Autumn's Twilight."
"Another by Califax? Sometimes I think that’s all you ever read."
"You know full well I only have five books, and four of them are by the Bard of Shrewesdale. What else am I to read?"
"A good point, I suppose. I should be glad you're at least reading, even if it's a load of old rubbish."
Albreda clutched the book firmly to her chest. "I’ll have you know he’s the pre-eminent storyteller of
