One Concert
Joel, Freia, and I went to mass at the cathedral on Sunday, for Master Denlinger had invited my roommate to spend the day with his family. The count lent us horses for the trip and urged us to return to the estate for dinner, so he could hear all about our escapades. His bright blue eyes beamed with satisfaction when we parted ways with him at the door of his stables; he seemed pleased that both of us had begun to find a portion of success with the local bachelors. I had asked him once whether it bothered him that the two of us may end up in mixed marriages. He had shrugged his big shoulders and responded that he trusted us to judge wisely upon choosing our partners. “If you were of my blood, things would be different,” he had told me, “but you are my guests, and I have no rig
