They laughed together.
Demo entered the yard, face flushed. Rough barked joyously, jumped up and down in excitement. He rushed to his master, leaped up, to receive a happy hug.
"Mother, I must tell you what happened. I . . . ?" He paused as both his Mother and Theresa came through the door.
"Oh, hello, Theresa. Eh, Mother, I'll hang the venison."
He cut and hung up the meat while the women worked and talked in the kitchen. Once done he washed up, sat at the oaken table.
"Theresa is staying for supper. She helped me cook. Isn't that a lovely dress. Turn around for him Theresa. Isn't she pretty and slender. My, Theresa, some boy will be carrying you off before we know it!"
Theresa twirled, blushing but smiling. Demo blinked, swallowed. She was a very pretty girl. Yet he could not help but think of the vision he had seen this day, and compare the two.
The aroma of cooking meat reminded him of how long since he had eaten. The meal of venison and vegetables, with sweetbread his mother cooked, all washed down with wine he finished swiftly. "How hungry I was, and how good it is! Mother, you are such a good cook!"
"I don't know where you can put so much food. Poor woman who catches you. She'll spend all her time in the kitchen. Well, if she looks like Theresa, she may spend some time in the bedroom."
Theresa blushed, glanced under lowered eyes at Demo.