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Now that we’ve learned that Father Landrus will not meet a sticky end in the immediate future, we can breathe a sigh of relief and leave the cloying, intrigue-laden atmosphere of Kronfels behind and rejoin Janna in the fresh air of the Moraltan countryside. She and her step-son Anton have been taken in by Betha, a kindly old woman who needs help on her farm. Anton herds goats, Janna hoes beans and all is blissful, so naturally, it can’t last.
One day, Betha’s son Havil arrives with his wife Gerda and their daughter Petra, They’re less than pleased to find Janna there, who wonders hopefully, if they’ve come for a short visit.
“We’ve come to stay,” Havil said. “The fighting in Marjatya spilled across the border and our town is full of soldiers. They was going to quarter them on us, but I wouldn’t allow it, not with a sweet thing like our Petra around.”
“Such a fool,” Gerda snorted. “He goes whimpering like a little girl and they turfed us out. Don’t know what he thought would happen.”
“Oh dear,” Janna said. “I can see why you might be worried.” Although she really didn’t, as poor Petra bore an unfortunate resemblance to Havil, but with a weaker chin. Janna was already thinking that she and Anton would have to sleep in the barn, since the house was scarcely big enough for the three of them as it was.
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