Merus returned with a clay jug, breathless. "I've plenty of milk, Ya Ya. Is the bread ready?"
"Almost, dearest." She took the milk from him and poured it into cups for them.
Merus brought a cup for Acheron and set it before him. "Have you fought many battles, my lord?"
He lowered his cowl to smile at the innocent question. "No, Merus. None, and please, just call me Acheron."
"It's all right, akribos," Eleni said gently. "Acheron doesn't like titles."
Merus got his own cup and then ran back to the table with it. He climbed up on the chair next to Acheron. "Can you fight with a sword?"
"Not at all."
"Oh . . ." he looked disappointed by that. "So what do you do?"
"Merus," his grandmother chided. "We don't interrogate our guests." She shook her head. "Forgive him, Acheron. He's only seven and still learning."
"He doesn't bother me. I'm nineteen and still learning."
Merus squealed with laughter.
Eleni brought the bread to the table and set it before Acheron along with a jar of honey and butter. "You have a most generous spirit. That is rare in this day and age."
Merus scratched his ear as if he was confused by his grandmother's words. "But what if he's not what he seems? You always tell me that people sometimes put on masks and we don't know what's inside them."
Eleni ruffled his hair. "You're right, scamp. We can never really see into the hearts of others. When I wasn't much older than you, my father used to charge my brothers for their room and board. Everyone thought he was mean to do such a thing to his own children. My brothers hated him for it."
"For being poor?" Acheron asked.
She shook her head. "No. My family actually had quite a bit of money because my father was a miser with every coin. People hated him for that too, yet what they didn't understand was that as a boy, he and his family been thrown out of their home for lack of coin. His baby sister, the one he loved more than anything, became ill from homelessness. She died of starvation in his arms and he swore then that no one he loved would ever die because of poverty again."
Acheron felt for the poor man. Having known such poverty himself, he could understand the man's reasoning. There was nothing worse than starving. Nothing worse than living on the street with no protection from the elements . . . or other people.
Merus cocked his head. "But why did he charge your brothers if he had plenty of money?"
Her features softened as she cupped his chubby face. "He was putting all that money aside for when my brothers were ready to wed."
"Why, Ya Ya?"
She still didn't lose patience with him. "Because you can't marry until you can afford a bride price and you must have a home to take your wife to. When my brothers found those wives, my father pulled out all the money they'd paid him over the years. He'd put it aside for them as savings so that each of my brothers had a small fortune to set up a household when they were old enough. In the end, he wasn't the mean person everyone thought him to be. What he did was for their benefit since it was money they would have squandered on foolishness. And it goes to show that we never know what's in the heart of people when we judge them. Actions that sometimes seem mean aren't. Rather they are done by the ones we love in order to protect us without our knowing it."
Merus held the plate of bread out to Acheron. "Ya Ya says that company gets first choice."
Acheron smiled before he took a piece and buttered it. "Thank you, Merus."
The boy served himself and then his grandmother. The normality of it all slammed into Acheron. Here he sat, with his head uncovered and neither of them reacted to him at all. There were no furtive, lustful glances that they were trying to conceal. No nervous movements.
He was just another person to them. Gods, how much that meant to him.
"You're right," he said after he swallowed his bread. "This is the best I've ever eaten."
Eleni lifted her chin in pride. "Thank you. I learned the art of it from my mother. She was the most skilled baker in all of Greece."
Acheron smiled. "Surely in all the world. I can't imagine anything better than this."
"Her pastries," Merus said around a mouthful of food. "They'll make you weep."
Acheron laughed. "I imagine a man would look rather strange weeping over food."
Merus smacked his lips. "Trust me, it's worth the humiliation."
Eleni ruffled his hair. "Eat up, child. You need to grow strong and tall, like Acheron."
Acheron didn't speak as he finished the bread. He delayed as long as he could, but all too soon he was done and it was time to leave.
"Thank you again," he said to them.
Eleni stood up with him. "Our pleasure, Acheron. Feel free to return anytime you'd like to try some of my pastries."
Merus grinned at him. "I'll have a hankie ready."
"I'm sure you will." Lifting his cowl, Acheron made sure to cover himself completely. "Good day to you."