Corpus Tamrielicum - The Imperial Library

150 2. THE ELDER SCROLLS CHAPTER 2: DAGGERFALL
Pain flashed across Lucky's pale face, but he only nodded, harnessed up his horse, and kissed
her goodbye. Tears clouded her eyes and blurred the gay wagon colors.
Sun's Dawn passed very slowly, with rain and sleet and snow, but nothing like the storm that
had brought Lucky to her. Occasionally there was a knock at her door, which started her heart
pounding, but always it was just a villager, come to buy the dried herbs she sold. Then, on the
first night of First Seed, she heard the creak of a wagon and knew. She flew to the door, her
face alight and flung herself into his arms.
"I can't stay," he said. "I'm just passing through..." and that was all the talking they did for
quite awhile.
Spring came and crocuses poked their noses up through the snow. Lucky spaded up her
garden. Curious neighbors came to call, but found out no more about him than she knew. She
sold them eggs - her chickens were laying very well - and dried herbs and an elixir she made
from her grandmother's recipe, which was sovereign for headache and rheumatism. They
hired Lucky for odd jobs, despite their suspicion of him.
Lucky continued to come and go, never saying where or when he'd be back, but he seldom
stayed away more than a few days. He spoke no words of love, but loved her fiercely all the
same. Josea's round belly grew rounder, and she weaned Timmy to cow's milk. Lucky's trips
became shorter and less frequent. All around the land prospered. Even the oldest could not
recall a better harvest. In Hearthfire Josea birthed a beautiful baby girl with silver hair, but
eyes of cornflower blue. Lucky held his child and joy radiated from him, so that he seemed to
burn with a white fire.