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and my
first love. He quickly became part of the family. After he left we
wondered what had become of him until my father happened to be in
the capital for his weeding to the queen. He changed his name, but
he knew who it was.” Clair stopped and gave Bren a warm smile. “Not
much help was I. It’s hard to put a person into words. My best
advice is to look in a mirror and in yourself. That would be the
best way to get to know your father.”
    Bren watched as Clair shut the door as
she left. Looking around the room, he wondered if his father had
been the last person to sleep in the bed that was now covered by
more than an inch of dust. Picking up the outer cover, Bren gave it
a hard shake then coughed as the room was filled with light brown
dust. The smell of dust tingled his nose the whole time. He tried
to sleep, but the most pressing thing was the thought, that years
earlier his father had been right where he was at.
    No one really talked about his father
when he was Bren’s age. His mother would make a few passing
comments, but Bren got the idea that his dad had very few people
who really knew him when he was younger. Even Thurman only knew his
father from after he had become the hero at Southpass Fort, but
what about when he was a child or just coming into his own. It
seemed as if those parts of his father’s life were still shrouded
in mystery.
    “Time to get up,” A soft voice said as
Bren felt a light pull on his shoulder.
    Opening his eyes Bren saw Faye standing
above him. Instinctively, Bren pulled the covers tight around his
chest getting a light giggle from Faye. As his eyes focused, he
noticed that the small window still showed no light coming in from
the outside. “The sun isn’t even up yet,” Bren declared
groggily.
    “Is that so?” Faye said before yanking
the covers hard, threating to expose him. Bren looked desperately
at his trousers that lay a few feet away, casually thrown over the
back of a small chair. “If you don’t want me to see your bits and
bobs, then you better promise that you will be down for breakfast
as soon as I leave,” Faye said with a wry grin.
    “I promise,” Bren pleaded, his face
turning a dark red. He let out a sigh of relief as Faye released
her hold on the covers and headed for the door. Before leaving, she
turned her head around and gave him a sly wink. “You better be
awake tomorrow or I might just uncover you before I wake
you.”
    As soon as the door shut, Bren jumped
out of bed and grabbed his trousers. He wasn’t sure what Faye
really meant by her parting words, but his heart was pounding
incredibly fast and he was sure that he wasn’t quite ready to find
out either. Bren had met plenty of ladies his own age in the
capital, but they had all been reserved daughters of nobility who
acted refined and more than a bit entitled. Faye on the other hand
showed no reserve in her actions. She was frank and all too free
with her words, but Bren still couldn’t help smile when he thought
about her.
    When Bren was fully dressed and reached
the dining room, he found that it was filled with new faces. Upon
his entrance, everyone looked at him and he could see a wide array
of smiles and smirks from the gathered family.
    “Boy, you look like you’re dressed for
the mid-summers dance. If you wear that to work, not only will they
be ruined your body will be covered in blisters that will leave you
laid up for a week if not more,” A large man with a grisly beard
said with a chuckle. “Maggie, think we can spare a few of Joseph’s
clothes? Might be a bit big on him, but it will be better than
sending him out in what he’s wearing,” The man said to the woman
sitting at his right.
    “I am sure we can find something. That
boy has out grown more clothes than I have been able to sew. After
we eat, I’ll see about finding you something dear, and don’t mind
that old blowhard. My husband Peter loves to pick on anything and
anyone,” Maggie said, pinching her husband on the