The reeve’s wife is caught in a caper
“One–two-three, one–two-three—other foot, other foot! One–two-three, one–two-three—”
Amlyn wailed, “I keep getting my feet crossed!”
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Lady Maire strays onto sacred ground
Maire stepped forward, but Colban stared past her at Malcolm. Malcolm was wooden behind her, in spite of the tears drying on his cheeks. Colban’s face was rapidly darkening into a look of outraged disbelief.
Lady Maire looks back along the furrows
Someone kept whispering: “Mama!”
Even in the depths of sleep, the mother in Maire knew the child at her bedside had been there a while.
Malcolm is the disobliging boy
Only yards short of the bridge, Malcolm’s brother stopped for a beat, letting Malcolm and his father get ahead of him. Then he slipped behind and strode up towards the burnside path.
Without looking back he announced, “I’m running home.”
Conrad is caressed
Conrad was not the person being awoken, but he must have been the first person awake. From a dreamless stupor he was roused by Margaret’s crisp whispers in the cold air: “Father! Father!”
Margaret is made welcome
Margaret put on her most winsome smile, but it did not have the same effect on Gunnilda as it had on her father.
Alred is outcast
Edith let herself into the bedroom before Alred could waylay her in the corridor.
“Oh, lord!” she sighed in weary satisfaction. “I’ve looked high and low for you!”
Alred schemes with his daughter
It was a morbid impulse—Alred was at least that honest with himself—but he would not be able to sleep until he had looked in on Margaret. Today the Lord had sent him a reminder of the horrors that could befall a fatherless twelve-year-old girl. While the iron was still hot he wanted to brand his soul.
Aia uses her few words
A family of children dwelled near Aia’s cottage, in a mouldering house built into the side of the hill. She rarely had a proper excuse to go near them, but when Wendel seemed especially deep in his nap, she liked to take the long way down to the freshet to fetch her water and the still-longer way home. This circular path took her near enough to the house that she could leave her bucket behind a log and limp close to peek at the dooryard through the trees. On her luckiest days some of the children would be playing outside.
Malcolm comes home
Malcolm kept his suspicions to himself at first, for he did not know this road, and he was unwilling to risk looking foolish before his brother. For a good part of the day’s journey they had not followed a road at all, and if not for his earlier sighting of Carlinwark Loch off to the north, Malcolm would not have been able to guess where he was. He would not even have known the Loch if not for Sigefrith’s map of Galloway.
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“Oh, get out of my way, you useless baggages! What would have you her do, Lili? Cross her legs and hold it in?”
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