He expected to live his life a widower. But the elders thought differently, so he found himself a reluctant participant at the church door, with the innkeeper’s plain daughter at his side.
Once married, they walked towards his home in frigid silence. When they were almost at the door she put a timid hand on his arm.
He looked at her obvious misery and felt ashamed.
“Not your fault.” He took her hands in his. “Shall we make what we can of this.”
She searched his face with her eyes. “Yes please.”
They found friendship and laughter together.