07b - Sunday Lunch - Andrew, Maggie, Tom
Her son's words brought a warm look of amusement to the Widow Sexton's features, one that swiftly eased into a slightly frightening mischief. She turned and grinned at the table, the lines of frequent smiling in her face making their appearance like the familiar grain of a sound beam. "Oh, well, since Herself can go'n turn our heads so much neater than a sergeant's drum and She can't be tied down all to one man, I should think the menfolk of the village ought to be moved to try and outdo her offers."
"Lucy, wouldn't you like a man to bake bread for ye, to win your favour? -an' one to sweep out the house, an' one to plump up your pillows and beat the coverlet, but bring you good things besides? Or how about it, Maggie, we run oft an' become whatever She makes of those that gave birth - does, maybe."
Lucy flushed, embarrassed and not at all certain what to make of this rogue's paradise. Widow Sexton eased off and let her gaze go distant, leaning back against the counter. "Your Dad would fight a stag for me," she told Andrew, or the edge of the low ceiling. "He actually fought Bill Hartman once, y'know that? I'd already as much as picked him for my best boy, but they 'ad to have it that I'd be more impressed by whoever came out standing if they locked horns..."
She shook her head. "I was though," she added, wistful, then refocused.
"No, for the most part, men aren't keepin' our wild nature down when we marry 'em: mostly we've made a choice to help carry their best nature up," she concluded, scrunching the cloth over the spoon in her apron and releasing it. "We can't be going about in pairs forever, though...and mind, until you three - Tom: you, the Young Squire and Samuel - went in, She wouldn't give men back as had been to the middle there."
"So. How it was was that She was up there, we was down here, and we let each other be. Then someone took Polly to Her, She invaded the place with pot animals, you lads went in, you came out, and she called the beasts off but sent this mimic-thing...what does that get Her, or what changed?"