The Hall’s head steward, Hon, greeted them at the entry arch. “Hi,” Rory said as the steward bowed. He squirmed when they acted subservient. “Flùranach will be staying at the Druid Hall. We have a room somewhere, don’t we?” “Of course, my lord druid. She is…your guest?” Rory stopped short. The steward was politely inquiring if she was to be put with the druids or in the servants’ hall. Rory didn’t quite know what to do with her either. She wasn’t a cook or a cleaner, but he didn’t want her bunking with him. “I serve the druids,” Flùranach said. “I will happily stay wherever there is room…perhaps near the kitchens or the washing halls.” “Of course,” Hon said. Now Rory felt bad. Although even the men who washed the floors were as haughty as any faeries he’d ever met, putting her with them didn’t seem right. He opened his mouth to suggest one of the rooms set aside for visiting scholars would be more appropriate, but Flùranach didn’t give him a chance.
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