“Thank you, Mother,” Rhiannon said politely. “It is a beautiful set.” Mererid smiled. “Your father believes they come from Aunt Serilda’s estate. Please don’t tell him otherwise.” Mererid’s expectant look continued. Teacher Lakenna stood beside her and watched curiously as well. Early morning light filled Rhiannon’s room at the Bridge Across, the bright shafts illuminating a multicolored rug in the middle of the floor. A red oak wardrobe with an inlaid vine design stood against one wall. A dresser and a ladder-backed chair were by the window. Lakenna’s bags lined one wall of the room. When Rhiannon had awakened to sunlight beaming into the room, Lakenna had already been up and gone, but she had returned with Mererid to present the silver mirror set. The Albane was dressed for the day, her waist-length hair brushed and up in a neat bun. Mererid’s hair was hastily pinned, with several loose strands curling down about her neck.
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