Gotho takes them inside, and comes out again with jugs of wine and light cider.

"Come sit, once you are done with your chores," she calls out. "Adalgoth, Lord Teja, those sickles will keep for later. Galen, it is safe now."

Wachis finishes unfolding the last chairs, and the children are pouring in from where they were doing their chores around the house and garden.