Lilly nodded. “It’s a tradition in my mother’s family. The three stones represent my family. Each member picks out a stone from the grounds of the manor. This way I have a piece of them and my home wherever I go.” She pointed to a small black pebble. “My father.” Then to a white stone that almost seemed like a semi precious jewel. “My mother.” Then a gray stone, rough and jagged. “My brother.”
“It’s a good tradition.” Clara said kindly.
“Yes it is.” She closed the locket and hung it around her neck. “Thank you for bringing it to me.”
Clara put her hand gently on Lilly’s shoulder. “Since you don’t have your family on this important birthday. How would like to have supper with mine?”
Lilly nodded still fighting the urge to cry. “I would love to.”
Lilly was surprised Clara’s home was just outside the castle, it was a decent size larger than most houses but smaller than her family’s manor. It had a small stable beside it big enough for a few horses. Lilly walked in behind mistress Clara happy at least that she wouldn’t be alone. Not surprisingly she saw Rak sitting across from captain Othien as they played Dim Chi, a game of strategy. When they looked up form the board they stood up. She nearly laughed at the look of utter surprise on Rak’s face. “My Lady.” They said in unison.
“This is my grandson Sarrak.” Clara said going to him placing her hand on his shoulder. “And you remember my husband.”
“Of course.” Lilly smiled turning to Rak.
“Please call me Rak….my Lady.” His grandmother didn’t catch the humor in his voice.
