When the outbreak of the Rust Plague turns the flourishing village of Eastmoor into a graveyard, Luna has no choice but to leave her ruined home behind. She leaves the disease-ridden village, accompanied by her grandson Alvar--the only one in her fa...
In which Grandma Luna sets out from Eastmoor with little Alvar.
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The sky had cleared up by the time the miller's lads were gone. It was a bright, lovely morning. Sunrays spilled over the rooftops like honey.
In slow steps, Luna ambled out through the kitchen door and into the garden. She sat down under the apple tree, beside where Oliver lay. It was his favourite spot to sit and smoke his pipe, watching the clouds drift by or listening to her hum softly as she worked in the garden. He loved to hear her sing.
"I'm falling for you all over again, dear," he would sometimes say at the end of the song--or when the wind tossed her hair back, or when the sun shone in the flecks of gold in her eyes as she gazed skyward.
"Well, that's nice." Her response was the same every time. "Shall we have another wedding then?"
"Why not? We did have loads of fun last time. Remember the fireworks?"
She remembered them. The years that followed were just as colourful and bright.
This apple tree was her favourite spot also, for here she would rest under the cool shade after a hard day's work, watching the flowers bloom in her garden--her hard-earned labours coming to fruition. The two of them had sat together like this for many summers, watching their children play. Then, many more summers had passed, and before they knew it, there were grandchildren playing in the garden. Luna never realised how fast the time had gone, not until one day she sat just like this, leaning against the coarse bark of the tree, and watched Oliver while he read.
Streaks of silver gleamed in his hair and there were creases around his bright eyes. Yet she loved him just the same, or perhaps even more with each passing day.
Luna sighed now, placing a frail, wrinkled hand upon the empty place beside her. The ground was uneven. He lay beneath the soft earth under the apple tree. She hoped he had found some peace at last, after going through the ordeal of having to see their blessed life crumble and fall apart around them.
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