Chapters (38)
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- About the Author
- Also by Donna Fletcher
- Also by Donna Fletcher
Snow thought about Sorrell and Willow and their husbands, and how true Twilla’s words were.
Twilla led her to a chair at a table after entering her cottage.
Snow pushed her cloak off her shoulders to fall over the back of the chair as she settled into the seat.
“A hot brew to warm you and heat my old bones,” Twilla said.
Snow turned her head in the direction of Twilla’s voice and saw the flicker of a flame, orange and yellow in color, in the hearth. It swayed and shivered as it ate at the log. It couldn’t be her imagination. She watched as it faded slowly, such a glorious sight, and she rubbed at her eyes, hoping to somehow bring the image back into focus, but it was lost.
Keep hope in your heart, my daughter, and you will see again.
She kept hope strong that her mum had been right and her sight would return at least enough for her not to depend on others to help her. But like her sister Willow, there was a practical side to her, which reminded that she also had to be prepared if her sight never returned.
Twilla placed a tankard by Snow’s hand. “It’s hot be careful.”
“What was Tarass’s mum like,” Snow asked, hoping to gather more pieces to the puzzle. “I recall some about his da, though it was more fear I had of him. I thought his head touched the sky when I looked up at him from a young bairn’s small height.”
“He was a big man, much like his son, though Tarass is a bit taller. He’s as handsome as his da and carries himself with strength just as his da did. His mum was a beautiful woman. It was difficult for men not to glance more than once at her.” Twilla laughed. “It was even more difficult for his da to handle. She had a kind yet strong nature and was a good wife and mum.”
Snow decided to ask. “Why did his da leave here suddenly only to have Tarass and his mum do the same?”
“You ask what Tarass has asked endlessly, but only his mum and da have the answer.”
For some reason Snow didn’t believe her. “It must have been difficult for Tarass’s mum—”
“Haldana. Her name was Haldana.”
“Difficult for Haldana in a new home with no friends to talk with.”
“Haldana had Tarass’s da. They were inseparable. They needed no one else, though after Tarass’s grandda came to adore Haldana, many in the clan came to admire and respect her. And for a good reason. She was a wise woman and offered wise advice.”