Servants bring us warmed red wine in glass beakers. And food. Meat, not fish. Cheese and sweetmeats. Servants bathe my children, wrap them in furs, and settle them to rest.
A maid picks lice from my hair and washes out the saltwater. I scrub sea foam off my body. I sleep. When I wake, there is new clothing for me. Linen undergarments, a soft wool tunic, and shoes made of supple leather. I wonder if they come from Frankland. I braid my hair tightly and cover it with a new cap.
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