Stabled the horse. Three days, that's all.
Three days, he says. Last season those three days turned into seven.
Every time you come, you stand at the gate and say the same thing. Come in and rest.
I pay what's owed. Ask nothing more.
Stabled the horse. Three days, that's all.

Polished the blade until the fire died down. Idle hands bring up thoughts I don't need.

Left the payment on the counter and the tea on the tray had gone cold. Didn't ask if it was meant for me or just forgotten.