Chapters (76)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Karen Brooks
- Title Page
- Dedication
- EXPLANATORY NOTE
- PART ONE
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- PART TWO
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- PART THREE
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- PART FOUR
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Epilogue: Autumn 1706
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- GLOSSARY
- LIST OF CHARACTERS
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Talk wandered to what was going on within their own families, then they dared to wonder what the new year would bring. Nettie declared if Sorcha’s unexpected return was anything to go by, the year 1704 would be a good one. But only a first-footer would reveal the truth.
An old custom, and not confined to Pittenweem, it was believed the first person to step over the threshold of a household after midnight on Hogmanay was an omen of the year to come.
If nothing else, discussing first-footers was a signal for the women to return to their families. They wanted to be home to witness who stumbled through their doorways after the clock struck twelve. With hugs, kisses and promises to meet down by the harbour early on the morrow, Beatrix and Nicolas left.
Finally, Sorcha and Nettie were alone.
‘You sure you don’t want to see the new year in with Thom?’ asked Sorcha, secretly hoping her friend remained. ‘I’ll understand if you do. Now I’m back, there’s no need for you to stay.’
‘What would I want to see him for?’ Nettie gave a careless flick of her wrist. ‘I can see him any day. You, I’m not so sure about.’ She smiled warmly to take the sting out of her words. ‘That is, if you don’t mind having me here.’
Sorcha smiled. ‘Mind? I would have insisted if I didn’t think it was wrong to usurp your husband.’
Nettie laughed and then her eyes took on a dreamy, faraway look. ‘Thom understands. Once he heard you’d returned, he went over to Anster to celebrate with Rebecca and her lad, Jimmy.’ She gave a slow, secret smile. ‘Anyhow, I want to know why you’ve come back so soon. Far as I recall, you were to stay away till May.’
‘Aye, well, that’s true. But things change.’
Nettie drew her chair closer. ‘That they do. But why did you change your mind? Not that I’m complaining. I couldn’t be happier. But I ken something bad has happened to bring you home early, and at this time of year. So, tell me, lass. What ails you?’
Four
FOUR
Ye wee lummer!
(Comment on a woman’s wild and immoral behaviour.)
It was a relief to finally tell someone she trusted why she’d come home. Nettie listened intently, her drink nestled in her palm as if it were a baby bird, her eyes locked on Sorcha as she spoke.