We trailed behind him careful to stay on the stone foot paths that divided garden into plots. He stopped in front of the tool shed, opened the door and went inside, returning with two shovels. “You can start by turning the soil in the beds over there next to the hedge,” he said handing each of us a shovel.
I began laughing. “Are you sure this will keep your plants safe?”
“Let’s just say that if I hear Silima singing I will be forced to cast a spell upon her mouth,” he said giving Silima a stern look, but the twinkle in his eyes told the truth.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Silima said with an exaggerated gasp.
“One way to find out,” Arandur said wiggling his eyebrows.
Still laughing, I tugged on Silima’s arm, “Come on, let’s get this party started.”
We had only been digging for a few minutes when I heard her begin to hum. “Silima, are you daring Arandur to follow through on his threat?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’re humming,” I said.
“Was I? What do you expect, we weren’t talking,” she responded.