Adventure of Dagg Nabbitt

Dagg and Tarna return to Nabbitt Farms beneath the stars, leaving the tavern’s warmth behind. They retreat indoors, closing the door on the quiet fields and the waiting night.

The evening deepens into private affection, shared laughter, and a long, passionate night together. Their closeness remains warm and tender until the old bed frame finally snaps beneath them with a startled crack.

After dressing, Dagg and Tarna gather the displaced blankets and sit amid the harmless wreckage. Dawn light slips through the shutters, turning the broken frame and scattered pillows gold.

Dagg promises to build a larger, sturdier bed so Tarna can rest comfortably, then heads for the kitchen. Soon eggs sizzle in the pan, fresh bread warms beside them, and hot tea steams into two cups.

Tarna settles at the kitchen table while the farm wakes beyond the walls. The kettle gives a soft, rising whistle, and beside the breakfast plates rests a folded note delivered sometime before dawn.

They talk a while longer over cooling tea and broken timber. Then Dagg steps into the shed, finds a serviceable chest of old woodworking tools, and carries it inside.

By lamplight, Dagg selects sound boards and works through the night. His relaxed nature keeps tempting him toward rest, but Unshaken in Peace steadies his hands, while the tools bite cleanly into the wood.

He carves runes along the bedposts and fills the headboard with animals from the ranch: horses, birds, and a watchful collie. A sharp splinter tears across his palm, but he binds it and continues.

At midnight, the masterwork stands finished. Dagg carries each piece indoors, muscles aching, then fits the frame together until the joints hold firm beneath the carved, rune-marked posts.

Tarna runs one broad hand over the carved headboard while Dagg flexes his bandaged palm. The new bed settles solidly in the room, sturdy enough for them both and worth every sore muscle.