It had seemed to be anything but a day of rest for our Knight and Lady. Sir Trevor had much to catch up on for his duties with the Lords of the Privy Purse. He was also suffering from a small dose of the stomach cramps, keeping him tied to the chamberpot for most of the time. He could ill afford for this to happen, but nature would have her way. In the meantime Lady Cheryl busied herself round the castle and the gardens, planting new seedlings.
Having a few seedlings left over and no room for them, she took them to Lady Jowyne, her neighbour and friend from the castle next to their boundary. On her arrival she found Lady Jowyne and Lord Marvyn hard at work in their own arbour. Lord Marvyn had purchased a fountain for the grounds as a gift for Lady Jowyne. Standing back to admire it Lady Cheryl remarked how pleasant it was to see others also take pride in their surrounds.
Gifting them the seedlings, she was touched indeed by their insistence that she accept in return a selection of plants they had grown. Thanking them for their generosity and visiting awhile our Lady hastened back to her castle. Feeling the pangs of hunger grip her, she went directly to the parlour. Choosing her ingredients she prepared a repast in the kitchen. Bacon, toast, wild mushrooms and double yolked eggs.
Summoning her love who was much better, she served the repast with a goblet of freshly squeezed orange juice, grown in the orchards in the valley of Ceres. Following the meal she poured a fragrant pot of herbal tea. For Sir Trevor it was the tea picked from the red bushes grown in the Kingdom. Found nowhere else the leaves were sent to lands far and wide. It was a favourite of our Knights. For our Lady it was the brew favoured by the Earl of Grey. Feeling replete after their meal the two continued with their day.
It was late in the afternoon when Sir Robert the Scot and Lady Angelique called on them. A cask of Rose mead made by the Four Cousins was cracked open and a good few chalices were drunk. While they were enjoying each others company Sir Trevor was directing work on the illumination of the picnic area. He had bought many different coloured lamps and they could hardly contain themselves till nightfall, when they would be lit, and they could see the effect. As night fell, the lamps were lit. The picnic area was transformed to a magical playground. To say our Knight and Lady were well pleased with the result would be putting it mildly. They would be spending many an hour here in the approaching hot summer nights.
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