1: The Hero of the Lake - Part Sixteen
Updated: Oct 5, 2020
Jalek and Namil welcomed the throngs to their inn at such an early hour. Jalek huffed and puffed along rushing to get enough casks of ales and spirits ready. Namil rushed up to Felanar and threw her arms around him, laughing all the while.
“Sure as I said you were a good man, didn’t I though? Aye, we’ve a real hero here, we do, and I’ll be the first to say it. Come, sit at this table and let me get you a beer and you tell us all about how you slew the foul beast.” And with that she was off to fetch the beer.
Felanar and his family sat at the table near the fireplace and villagers crowded all around the nearby tables, standing by the walls and overflowing up the staircase. Ale was served all round, and speeches were called for on this auspicious occasion. All of the usual suspicion and reticence directed at Felanar in the past seemed, at least for now, to melt away. The villager’s attitude seemed to be that it was one thing to be different, but it is quite another thing to be different in a way that helps us.
Felanar found himself in the uncomfortable position of having everyone anxiously waiting to hear details about a matter that still mystified him. He was also unused to all this attention, and his old shyness overwhelmed him. Too, the image of that broken woman on the dock still haunted him, and he felt uncomfortable celebrating at a time when she and her children were suffering so terribly. Still, the throng insisted and he finally outlined a factual account of what happened, with no embellishment whatsoever. He was quickly done, sat down, and drank some ale.