Then Meredith said to Henry “If I cannot have him join me in pleasantry, he will have me in combat” and then she added “so where do I put on peasant apparel?”.After seeing the clothes, she decided to use her own hiking tunic (for she fortunately did not forget it, thinking it would be required on the journey over) and she went out to train for the remainder of the evening. They swung staffs, Peter caught her a few times, it left bruises up her leg. A bit more protection of her lower body would be a good idea in a real fight.
After that she ate the cooking of Mother Anne, and rode back to the tent lodging set up nearer to the village which her governess waited.
Now the next morning while Peter and Meredith were training in a sparring match, Peter struck Meredith a little harsh, and for that she shoved him upon his back, yet, in doing so she too fell. When she fell she fell upon him, and they gazed a moment into each others eyes and through to the souls. In Peter she sensed relief from burden for the moment; he sensed in her a fear unnatural from her bold outstanding.
Meredith pulled herself off him blushing and giving a muffled apology whilst Peter gave a audible (recovering back one of his former characteristic) answer “You shall not, I am at fault here, you are a lady, no, my lady; strike me with the best punch.” Meredith laughed but did as he commanded, and they went back to Miss Ethyl’s house to have stew and hearty conversation. Peter still did not return fully to his self, and he continually trained out of fear, yet, with Meredith’s company his mountain, though still as high, was less steep.