Chapter 28: Rules of TradeThe visitors stood as Jolene and Jarvis approached. They were in an arbor fed by a hidden drip system. Years of constant mining had left much of Ayran barren and stripped to its stones and Jolene chose to keep the Maca's home near the mines. Arable land was scarce and the climate bitterly cold in winter and summers brief.
“We have nay properly greeted ye, Guardian of Ayran.”
“Tis I who shall lay my head on your shoulder first, Maca of Don, with the deepest gratitude. Ye have restored my laddie.”
The formal greetings finished, Jolene poured herself a mug of brew and lifted it. “To Jarvis, the Maca of Ayran.” Her voice rang out.
She lowered the mug and saw with satisfaction that Llewellyn and LouElla had downed a goodly portion. The Laird, however, had barely si
