Ethelwyn is touched by the ghost of a man
“Certainly is quiet down here,” Ethelwyn chuckled. “Those boys…”
Egelric acknowledged the worth of silence by failing to break his own.
“Certainly is quiet down here,” Ethelwyn chuckled. “Those boys…”
Egelric acknowledged the worth of silence by failing to break his own.
Sigefrith grunted. “Have a look at it, runt. But it’s nothing but what Njal told Baldwin. Lacking the trivial detail of a massacre, of course.”
“Are you girls entertaining this gentleman,” Baldwin called, “or are you entertaining yourselves with this gentleman?”
“You get two guesses!” Ana said.
“And they’re both right,” Affrais added.
“Shh, shh…”
Palina had told her that she would never be able to care for a baby alone, but Aia prided herself that she was proving her wrong. Just as she had learned a new gait for her walk to compensate for Wendel’s weight on her high shoulder, so had their life together settled into an easy rhythm.
What she did not know how to do was care for a baby not-alone.
“Is he armed?”
Cenwulf grunted. “I don’t see a shield.”
Colburga knew her laconic husband well enough to conclude that the man outside did have a sword.
Aed slipped his fingers out of his boot laces and slid them into the cuff of his sock. The footsteps in the corridor walked a short ways past the door and slowed. The tap-tap-tap of the booted heels grew fainter and farther spaced, like the last trickling drops from the mouth of an empty pitcher. Tap… Tap…
Nothing.
Aed hooked his fingertips around the cross-guard of his hidden knife.
The wind had polished the snow on the hillside to a rippled crust that crunched and shattered beneath Llen’s feet like fallen leaves. No one had come before him tonight: he did not see so much as a rabbit’s tracks as he climbed.
“No, no, no!” Gwynn cried. “We’ve not even done dressing for bed yet!”
“What’s the matter?” Emma asked breezily as she strolled in after Margaret. “Afraid someone will see you in your nightgown?”
Eochaid let the door swing shut beneath its own weight and a breath of wind. He came bearing his own thunder: he did not need to enter with a bang.
Conrad clunked the two brimming mugs onto the edge of the table and tossed back his head.
“Well, I like that!” he huffed. “I bring… buhhh… wahhh… Did you see that?” he whispered.
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