A large, lone tear runs down her cheek. She sighs deeply.
Well I figured he was gone. Thank ye for telling me. Anything ye need, the tack, the mule, ye don't ask me. Ye just take it.
She walks away slowly but seems stable.
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The newly-widowed Mrs. Higgins looks at you questioningly while Brookside buzzes with activity, an unusual state of affairs, particularly since the sun has just set.
Several minutes later, Goodwife Higgins walks over to you with a few strong young men carrying parts of a harness. She steps towards Titania and says Well young lady, you said that you all were going to help and I appreciate that. No one else went lookin' for my husband. All were too afraid. So here's the harness and kit he used with the mule, if that's any help to ya. She sniffs as if she already knows the answer to her question. Have you seen any sign of my Jeremiah?
Mrs. Higgins stops a dozen paces away from you and turns back to Titania with a gentle sigh. I'm sure he was, deary. I really don't know what I can tell you, though. First Thomas yelled out. Then the mule brayed and I guess the harsh voices sounded like they were speaking some rough language. I couldn't make heads nor tails of it. And those horrible dog-like noises shook me to the bones... Like the growls of a devil...
Goodwife Higgins winces in fear at the sound of Rally's bark then relaxes and looks fondly down at the fox. You have my thanks, you all do. Including you, Rally. She then looks wistfully at the lot of you before going inside to gather up a small bundle of belongings. Heading out the door towards the Falchen home, she is interrupted by Cyrus' rather abrupt interrogation. With an expression of shock and then weak anger, she responds I done told you everything I know, Cyrus Lem! He was plowing then I heard noises. Jeremiah was a good man and he had nary an enemy in the world!! As far as you can tell, she is being completely sincere. She begins to hobble off towards the Falchen home as briskly as she is able.
Mighty thanks to you, Vors. Would it be all right if I head over there now? I'm afraid something terrible staying here. I don't know about the wheat... that was supposed to last us for a good long while... Thank you folks for your help... If you find my Jeremiah, you bring him home.
The moaning dies down to silence. Then you hear sniffling and shuffling towards the door. The door squeaks open a few inches. Goodwife Higgins stares out, obviously distraught and terrified. Hirda... I can't believe he's... She sniffs and straightens herself up a bit and chokes back a sob. You're right, neighbor. Won't do no good crying. sniff With good strong folk like you lot, she gestures toward Vors and Tess, standing tall in the back maybe something can be done. He brought the wheat in a few days ago... Last night he was plowing the stubble... I heard him yell and something else... maybe some harsh voices... maybe something like barks... but much worse... It's all so confused. The voices were so rough, like beasts almost... What a din. And the mule was braying something awful... It was a ways away near the edge of the field so I couldn't make it out clear... I peeked my head out the door to see but the light was getting low and I was so scared... I couldn't make it out... What do you mean what happened to the wheat? Is it gone? She's beginning to lose her composure again. |