Lili asks a lot
“Stein!”
The voice seemed to be coming from somewhere over his head, like an angel’s, and there was a golden light in his room. But it seemed unlikely that an angel could pack so much devilment into merely whispering his name.
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Lili asks too much
“Egelric!” Lili whispered.
His face lay in the shadow of the lamp, but there was enough light for her to see him smile faintly in male beatitude. However, she could not see the whites of his eyes.
Sophie makes a choice
Sometimes when Sophie opened the chest to take out her nightgown, she would hesitate a while, looking over the fine gowns she refused to pack away, pretending she was deciding among them again.
Stein sees the reason, if not the way
It was a spring evening, pearl-gray and warm, following a gleaming spring day.
Lathir had loved bright, sunny days, but in the evenings she had always craved clouds. It was she who had made Stein notice that a cloudless sunset was nothing worthy of notice, that the sky was at best a monochrome backdrop for the fleeting glory of twilit clouds.
Gils encounters a kindred spirit
Wulf and Gils could hear a tap-tapping coming up from the cleft in the rocks in which they had built their fort. It could have been merely a loose board flapping in the wind, but the tapping was so regular that a natural origin seemed unlikely.
Sure enough, as they approached they saw a small girl sitting on one of the barrels they used as furniture, tapping her foot idly against the wood.
Stein is in trouble for certain
Stein had not even remembered it was Good Friday until Father Faelan had shown up that afternoon, having come down from Raegiming to commemorate the Passion in Stein’s chapel.
Lathir had not forgotten. One of the doors in their bedchamber opened onto the chapel gallery, and she had asked that it be left open so that she could hear the service read. This had shocked the women, but Lady Lili had been there to impose their lady’s will by proxy, and she’d had her way. And not a peep had his brave wife made all the while, though her pains were well upon her by that time.
Stein’s bed is half-empty
Half of the bed was empty, though the dawn light was still rosy and Stein’s valet had not yet come to wake him—either of which being certain proof that the morning was yet quite early.
But Stein was not frightened. What had woken him was not the emptiness but the sound of little bare feet shuffling over the floor boards, and by the time he had noticed the emptiness, it had already lost its power to alarm him.
Flann receives a reply
The baby was only half-awake and his mother half-asleep, but he lay in her arms, and neither needed to move far to find the other.
Flann lay alone in the other bed, suffering silently. Her limbs were as rigid as boards, and she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands into fists, driving the nails into her palms.
Tryggve delivers precious cargo
Stein hesitated on the gallery overlooking the hall, thankful he had not called out as soon as he had stepped through the door. He had been told his distant cousin and recent brother-in-law Tryggve Thunder-Throat was here, and Stein could hear his unforgettable braying coming up from below, made all the more raucous by his attempts to speak English to Lathir.
But beneath that was the chattering of two small Norse-speakers.
Malcolm finds a thorn
“Did you know some elves went to live with Cat and Girl-Flann?”
Iylaine’s voice was high and breezy, as if she had only asked him whether he had noticed a family of sparrows had built a nest in the pine beyond the kitchen window.
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