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THE PATH FROM HIS cottage was slick with mud but his large,
brown boots made light work of the treacherous ground as Narcisse
sauntered toward town. It had been pelting down all night, the pitter-patter
of rain hitting his tiled roof lulling him to sleep far earlier than most nights.
Narcisse had waited all morning at the window, frowning up at the sky until
the weather finally settled enough for him to reach for his burgundy hunting
jacket and push out into the frigid autumn air. On days like this, he
preferred to be bundled up before the fireplace, cleaning his rifle, but he had
somewhere he needed to be.
The sky remained gray. The threat of rain never abated, but he frowned
up at the dispersing clouds once more as he continued along the muddy path
until it evened out into hard cobblestones.
Laughter and bartering replaced the roaring of wind long before the town
square came into view. Narcisse’s brows lifted as he walked through the
streets and was swallowed by the masses. The weather hadn’t kept anyone
away; everyone seemed content to enjoy the week’s end despite the chill
that hung in the air.
The noise only intensified as he approached the town square. Each
person he passed stopped him in his place, tugging at his jacket or slapping
him on the shoulder. They interrupted his mission, all to say their greetings
and ask him about his day. Narcisse had the sudden urge to chastise them
all, like children, for speaking to him when he did not want to hear their
praise. Ever since taking over his father’s carpentry business the
townspeople had thrown themselves at him. He couldn’t help the smirk that
played over his lips at how they feared and admired him. As much as he
gloated over the attention, he found it amusing that they did everything they
could to please him. Like lowly servants groveling at the feet of their leader.
Narcisse chuckled.
“You’re late.” Louis leaned against a pillar; his arms crossed as he waited
for him to arrive. “You said noon.”
Narcisse cocked a brow at his friend, taking in his damp clothing. “It was
pouring, , Louis.”
Louis gestured to the people milling about. “A little rain never hurt
anyone.”
Most of the people wore clothes in varying stages of dampness, and the
women’s hair had come loose, clinging to their faces. Narcisse cringed. “It
took me longer than I care to admit to get my hair exactly how I wanted it. I
wasn’t going to have it ruined the moment I stepped outside.”
“You’re worse than the women!” Louis’ shoulders shook with laughter.
“Their hair came out of their plaits and buns hours ago and they care for
nothing but the music and shopping.”
Narcisse’s face fell. “I’m nothing like them. All the women do here is nag
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