Role

Chapter 5

Ree woke up her grandfather one night some dozen or so years later, in a state
of panic the winemaker had never seen from her before.

'Pap, the vineyard has been robbed! I saw it! They took all of the cases. ALL
of them!' The winemaker composed himself, grabbing a sword, taking the young
Ayree'llewyn by his hand, and making his way from his bedchambers to the
cellar, which was locked. He moved two small levers to the left, pressed a
button, and then pulled the first lever out, swapping it with the second, and
the door unlocked. He opened it with trepidation and confusion.

Everything was in its right place.

Not a box of bottles was disturbed. Not a barrel of house wine was pilfered.
The coins he had last collected but hadn't bothered to take to the bank were
still sitting on a shelf. All was accounted for and nothing was wrong.

The winemaker turned, trying to contain his anger at Ree, 'You had a nightmare.
Is that what this is?'

'No, I saw it, it was real!' The young elf insisted, her blonde hair was styled
just like her mother, which held its own sting.

'Then why didn't you wake up your father? Let me guess, he's not here.' Ree
lowered her head and shook it. 'Left after dinner?' Ree nodded, she had checked
there first and her father was not in his room. 'Again. All right. Get back to
bed, we'll talk about this more in the morning.'