It felt as if February passed by within a turn of the hour glass, then March. Easter came and went with services and feasting. Thea’s birthday passed quietly after Easter during the season of the ram. She was sixteen that year. Her gifts were simple but beautiful – Lady Ingar presented her with a silver brooch engraved with flowers, Gudrun a new felt purse, and a fillet from the sisters that like the brooch pin was embroidered with green tendrils and minute blue flowers. She wept with delight. Her pleasure was complete as summer edged into their lives. At last, the beech trees were bursting into leaf and the days were lengthening again. As the winter had flown by, Thea had learned to cook, to spin, weave, make cheese and brew beer. She did not mind her days on Sweyn’s farm and although she applied herself diligently to every task Lady Ingar set her, wanting to please the strict but kindly mistress of Sweyn’s estate, her true delight was music. She practised her flute every day.
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