The lively, festive celebration ended after two days, and quiet daily life returned to Feuzen. The remaining provisions were either stored in the warehouse or, in the case of food, distributed evenly among the villagers.
That alone was enough for them to keep praising Feuzen's wonderful new lord. The street musicians and the laborers who had transported the supplies were sent back to Breisburg with an escort.
Hilda was leisurely sipping warm rose tea atop the manor, taking in the quiet scenery of Feuzen now that the heat of the festival had faded. It was a much nicer view than Breisburg's grimy forest of buildings.
Unlike the city, the streets here were quite clean. Honestly, this was what I liked most about the place. The policies left behind by Baron Constance, who valued sanitation, had become customary and remained in place.
Baron Constance seemed to share several similarities with me.
