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My migraines continued on for several days and I was nauseated all the time. I was almost three months pregnant and had not had morning sickness, so I eliminated that as a cause. I finally broke down and told Fiorenzia about it.
“I really am not surprised, Patra, that you are having migraines. There are many causes of migraines. Three of them are stress, poor eating habits and lack of sleep. All of which I have been warning you about. Are you finally going to listen to me about this, Patra?”
I hung my head in shame and said “Yes. I will try.”
“Stress is something that is hard to avoid, especially when you are in mourning. But I want you to take at least one hot bath a day. Possibly get your maids to give you massages, to help you relax.
“You have to eat more, not just to get rid of your headaches, but also to help your baby grow. You are not to eat any more meals alone in your room. You are to eat every meal with your family. I think that you will find it easier to eat when you are distracted and involved with others.
“When you go to bed at night, I want your rooms to be scented with peppermint and lavender. If you need it, apply a compress to your forehead with lavender and peppermint oil infused in the water.
“The last thing is the most awkward to talk about, especially now that you are in mouring, but it is something that will help keep your headaches at bay.” Fiorenzia looked discomfitted.
“Oh?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Sex. There I have said it.” Fiorenzia said, embarassed. “I know it isn’t the right time for you to think of taking a lover or remarrying, but I am told that humans have ways of pleasuring themselves without a partner. And as migraine preventative, I think you should learn to do this and do it at least once or twice a day. It will relieve a lot of your stress.”
I heard Ellyn and Mahli giggle. It was obvious that they had overheard. I felt myself blush with embarassment.
“Oh, milady, don’t be ashamed!” exclaimed Ellyn. “We are all women here. We all have our needs. I first learned of these … ‘toys’ years ago when I found Madam Anya using one. Master Piatrus was gone frequently on his business trips and she found them to be very helpful to keep from being so lonely. If you would like me to, I can purchase one or two for you to see if you like them.”
I didn’t know what to say, but then the idea did appeal to me. My body was missing Donal so much as well as my soul.. Perhaps that would help. I nodded my head ‘yes’ because I didn’t think that I could say the word yet.
So, I bathed more, I ate with the family, I perfumed my bedroom at night and every morning and every evening I used a ‘toy’ as per Ellyn’s instructions. Within a few days, I stopped having headaches. Several days later, when I came to dinner, Piatrus looked at me and said, “You are looking extraordinarily beautiful tonight, my dear.”
“Thank you, Piatrus.” I blushed, not because of the compliment, but because I had just finished using my ‘toy’. I didn’t want to think about what he would think, if he had known.
The next day, Uncle Haral came to visit Piatrus and me. “I have been trying to find out who this Ercil conMoros was.”
Piatrus cut him short, saying. “I know who he was. He had been a suitor of Helene’s before she ran off with … that man.” It seemed unusual for Piatrus to avoid naming people, but I suppose he did so to retain his composure.
“You knew Ercil?” Haral looked astonished.
“Not well, but I did meet him once or twice, when he came here to court Helene. He was a very nice young man. If he had asked, I would have given him my blessing to marry Helene. He seemed very much in love with her.”
“Do you remember where he lived? Who his family was?”
“That was so many years ago. His father was Ancil conMoros. He was also a sculptor. That man … had been Ancil’s apprentice, along with Ercil. I suppose that is how Helene met … that man. When she eloped with … him, I lost contact with the family. It seems within character that Ercil would have tried to find her and keep close to her. He was very taken with her and was very hurt when she rejected him. I suppose that it is comforting that they finally found each other, even if it led to their deaths.” He lookd grim.
“I always felt, in my heart, that … that man had killed Helene. Although I had thought that it had been because of his neglect and whoring ways … It is my fervent wish that the Courts treat him harshly for his sins.”
Haral sat and contemplated his brother’s words and said, “Would you mind if I try to find Ancil conMoros, or his family to see to it that he hears about his son’s fate?”
“No. Not at all. If I were in his place, any news, even years later, would give me closure and some comfort. Although hearing of his murder might be a bad blow. Still, he would not have to die wondering what had happened to his son.
“I can feel for him. I have been wondering what has happened to Stevar, Wini and their children. How did they die? Could one or all of them have survived and are just someplace that we haven’t looked yet? When I left the Archipelagos, I authorized Eoin to spare no expense in continuing the search. I suppose that they were blown out to sea and we will never find them. But even knowing for certain that this happened would be much better than always wondering.”
“I understand, Tru, I understand.” murmurred Haral, comfortingly.
Piatrus looked at Haral with surprise. “You haven’t called me Tru in at least forty years. Why did you stop?”
Haral thought for a moment. “Because Anya also called you that. When she died, you closed yourself up so much that it seemed as if no one could get through to you unless we called you Piatrus.”
Piatrus nodded. “I suppose so. I hope that you will return to calling me Tru. I am finding it comforting.”
Haral smiled and said, laughing, “Just as long as you don’t go back to calling me Hairy. I will excommunicate you if you do!”
Piatrus smiled, reminiscently, “At least you didn’t call me Pete, as Merall used to call me. I really hated that.”
“Well you called him Merry in return, so that probably evened things out.”
“Do you remember what Rosa did to Markus, when he kept calling her Rosie? I don’t think that he could walk straight for days thereafter. And the look on his face when she whipped out that knife and threatened to make him a eunoch. It was priceless. I don’t think any of our brothers teased her again after that. She was feisty.”
“Yes, that she was. That she was.”
Piatrus sighed. “Changing the subject … how are things in the palace?”
“Grim. But stable for the moment. I was very surprised that Torval came to Donal’s funeral.”
“True, very true.”
“Well, I have to be off. I will send word when I find him. When do Eoin and Brian return?”
“Eoin will arrive tomorrow. Brian and his family will be here in two days. So perhaps the memorial should be held in four days, to give everyone a chance to rest before hand.”
“That sounds good. Take care, Tru.” Haral put his hand on Piatrus’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He then walked over to me, kissed my cheek and said, “Take care, my dear girl. Keep strong.” And he left.
Piatrus looked at me sadly. “I don’t suppose that you have forgiven me for my rude behavior to you. I have noticed that you have stopped calling me ‘Pahpey’ like you used to. I do sincerely apologize for what I did. You didn’t deserve such bad treatment.”
“I accept your apology. You were forgiven a long time ago. I have to apologize to you for violating your privacy. I was unthinking and stupid. I should have asked your for permission first. I am sorry that I upset you so.”
“You were forgiven a long time ago also. If ever you wish to view Anya’s or Helene’s portraits again, you have my permission to do so. Just send word first, so that I can stay away. “
“I will.”
“I don’t suppose that you would be willing to go back to calling me ‘Pahpey” again?”
I thought about it for a minute. “Please don’t take this personally, but no. That was Donal’s name for you and would make me sad to continue using that name. The children already call you that and that is fine for them. But I am not sure I wish to any more.”
Piatrus lowered his head, his face looking blank, but I could tell that he was very disappointed.
“May I call you ‘Tru’ instead, as Uncle Haral does? Or would that be too familiar for me to do?”
Piatrus looked up at me in surprise, “Yes, I would like that very much. Do you have any nicknames that your family called you?”
“No, not really. My grandmother called me ‘Pitty-pat”, but she was the only one and I don’t wish anyone else using it. My first husband called me ‘Bitch’, ‘Whore’ and ‘Harlot’. But I have been Patra to everyone else. I don’t think that I would like a nickname, at least not one based on my name.
“I have been thinking of changing my last name and the last names of my children. Since Donal was not really a conAgri, it bothers me very much to continue using it, in light of recent confessions. Just as Donal didn’t want my children to continue using my first husband’s name, I don’t want to continue using his murderer’s last name. If you have the time, would you please look into how I can go about changing this?”
“It would be my privilege, my dear.” Tru said, patting my hand.
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§ § § § § § My migraines continued on for several days and I was nauseated all the time. I was almost three months pregnant and had not had morning sickness, so I eliminated that as a cause. I finally broke down and told Fiorenzia about it.
“I really am not surprised, Patra, that you are having migraines. There are many causes of migraines. Three of them are stress, poor eating habits and lack of sleep. All of which I have been warning you about. Are you finally going to listen to me about this, Patra?”
I hung my head in shame and said “Yes. I will try.”
“Stress is something that is hard to avoid, especially when you are in mourning. But I want you to take at least one hot bath a day. Possibly get your maids to give you massages, to help you relax.
“You have to eat more, not just to get rid of your headaches, but also to help your baby grow. You are not to eat any more meals alone in your room. You are to eat every meal with your family. I think that you will find it easier to eat when you are distracted and involved with others.
“When you go to bed at night, I want your rooms to be scented with peppermint and lavender. If you need it, apply a compress to your forehead with lavender and peppermint oil infused in the water.
“The last thing is the most awkward to talk about, especially now that you are in mouring, but it is something that will help keep your headaches at bay.” Fiorenzia looked discomfitted.
“Oh?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Sex. There I have said it.” Fiorenzia said, embarassed. “I know it isn’t the right time for you to think of taking a lover or remarrying, but I am told that humans have ways of pleasuring themselves without a partner. And as migraine preventative, I think you should learn to do this and do it at least once or twice a day. It will relieve a lot of your stress.”
I heard Ellyn and Mahli giggle. It was obvious that they had overheard. I felt myself blush with embarassment.
“Oh, milady, don’t be ashamed!” exclaimed Ellyn. “We are all women here. We all have our needs. I first learned of these … ‘toys’ years ago when I found Madam Anya using one. Master Piatrus was gone frequently on his business trips and she found them to be very helpful to keep from being so lonely. If you would like me to, I can purchase one or two for you to see if you like them.”
I didn’t know what to say, but then the idea did appeal to me. My body was missing Donal so much as well as my soul.. Perhaps that would help. I nodded my head ‘yes’ because I didn’t think that I could say the word yet.
So, I bathed more, I ate with the family, I perfumed my bedroom at night and every morning and every evening I used a ‘toy’ as per Ellyn’s instructions. Within a few days, I stopped having headaches. Several days later, when I came to dinner, Piatrus looked at me and said, “You are looking extraordinarily beautiful tonight, my dear.”
“Thank you, Piatrus.” I blushed, not because of the compliment, but because I had just finished using my ‘toy’. I didn’t want to think about what he would think, if he had known.
The next day, Uncle Haral came to visit Piatrus and me. “I have been trying to find out who this Ercil conMoros was.”
Piatrus cut him short, saying. “I know who he was. He had been a suitor of Helene’s before she ran off with … that man.” It seemed unusual for Piatrus to avoid naming people, but I suppose he did so to retain his composure.
“You knew Ercil?” Haral looked astonished.
“Not well, but I did meet him once or twice, when he came here to court Helene. He was a very nice young man. If he had asked, I would have given him my blessing to marry Helene. He seemed very much in love with her.”
“Do you remember where he lived? Who his family was?”
“That was so many years ago. His father was Ancil conMoros. He was also a sculptor. That man … had been Ancil’s apprentice, along with Ercil. I suppose that is how Helene met … that man. When she eloped with … him, I lost contact with the family. It seems within character that Ercil would have tried to find her and keep close to her. He was very taken with her and was very hurt when she rejected him. I suppose that it is comforting that they finally found each other, even if it led to their deaths.” He lookd grim.
“I always felt, in my heart, that … that man had killed Helene. Although I had thought that it had been because of his neglect and whoring ways … It is my fervent wish that the Courts treat him harshly for his sins.”
Haral sat and contemplated his brother’s words and said, “Would you mind if I try to find Ancil conMoros, or his family to see to it that he hears about his son’s fate?”
“No. Not at all. If I were in his place, any news, even years later, would give me closure and some comfort. Although hearing of his murder might be a bad blow. Still, he would not have to die wondering what had happened to his son.
“I can feel for him. I have been wondering what has happened to Stevar, Wini and their children. How did they die? Could one or all of them have survived and are just someplace that we haven’t looked yet? When I left the Archipelagos, I authorized Eoin to spare no expense in continuing the search. I suppose that they were blown out to sea and we will never find them. But even knowing for certain that this happened would be much better than always wondering.”
“I understand, Tru, I understand.” murmurred Haral, comfortingly.
Piatrus looked at Haral with surprise. “You haven’t called me Tru in at least forty years. Why did you stop?”
Haral thought for a moment. “Because Anya also called you that. When she died, you closed yourself up so much that it seemed as if no one could get through to you unless we called you Piatrus.”
Piatrus nodded. “I suppose so. I hope that you will return to calling me Tru. I am finding it comforting.”
Haral smiled and said, laughing, “Just as long as you don’t go back to calling me Hairy. I will excommunicate you if you do!”
Piatrus smiled, reminiscently, “At least you didn’t call me Pete, as Merall used to call me. I really hated that.”
“Well you called him Merry in return, so that probably evened things out.”
“Do you remember what Rosa did to Markus, when he kept calling her Rosie? I don’t think that he could walk straight for days thereafter. And the look on his face when she whipped out that knife and threatened to make him a eunoch. It was priceless. I don’t think any of our brothers teased her again after that. She was feisty.”
“Yes, that she was. That she was.”
Piatrus sighed. “Changing the subject … how are things in the palace?”
“Grim. But stable for the moment. I was very surprised that Torval came to Donal’s funeral.”
“True, very true.”
“Well, I have to be off. I will send word when I find him. When do Eoin and Brian return?”
“Eoin will arrive tomorrow. Brian and his family will be here in two days. So perhaps the memorial should be held in four days, to give everyone a chance to rest before hand.”
“That sounds good. Take care, Tru.” Haral put his hand on Piatrus’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He then walked over to me, kissed my cheek and said, “Take care, my dear girl. Keep strong.” And he left.
Piatrus looked at me sadly. “I don’t suppose that you have forgiven me for my rude behavior to you. I have noticed that you have stopped calling me ‘Pahpey’ like you used to. I do sincerely apologize for what I did. You didn’t deserve such bad treatment.”
“I accept your apology. You were forgiven a long time ago. I have to apologize to you for violating your privacy. I was unthinking and stupid. I should have asked your for permission first. I am sorry that I upset you so.”
“You were forgiven a long time ago also. If ever you wish to view Anya’s or Helene’s portraits again, you have my permission to do so. Just send word first, so that I can stay away. “
“I will.”
“I don’t suppose that you would be willing to go back to calling me ‘Pahpey” again?”
I thought about it for a minute. “Please don’t take this personally, but no. That was Donal’s name for you and would make me sad to continue using that name. The children already call you that and that is fine for them. But I am not sure I wish to any more.”
Piatrus lowered his head, his face looking blank, but I could tell that he was very disappointed.
“May I call you ‘Tru’ instead, as Uncle Haral does? Or would that be too familiar for me to do?”
Piatrus looked up at me in surprise, “Yes, I would like that very much. Do you have any nicknames that your family called you?”
“No, not really. My grandmother called me ‘Pitty-pat”, but she was the only one and I don’t wish anyone else using it. My first husband called me ‘Bitch’, ‘Whore’ and ‘Harlot’. But I have been Patra to everyone else. I don’t think that I would like a nickname, at least not one based on my name.
“I have been thinking of changing my last name and the last names of my children. Since Donal was not really a conAgri, it bothers me very much to continue using it, in light of recent confessions. Just as Donal didn’t want my children to continue using my first husband’s name, I don’t want to continue using his murderer’s last name. If you have the time, would you please look into how I can go about changing this?”
“It would be my privilege, my dear.” Tru said, patting my hand.
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