Hundreds of questions had been asked of the travelers: Where had they come from? How was the journey? What had they seen? No one had asked if they were happy to be back; that was taken for granted by everyone.
Neither Jamie nor I had asked any questions. Time enough for thatand now that we were alone, Roger had just answered the only one that truly mattered.
The why of that answer, though I felt a stirring of the hair on my nape.
Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof, I murmured into Mandys black curls, and kissed her tiny, sleep-deaf ear. Once more, my fingers probed inside her clothesfilthy from travel, but very well madeand found the hairline scar between her ribs, the whisper of the surgeons knife that had saved her life two years ago, in a place so far from me.
It thumped peacefully along, that brave little heart under my fingertips, and I blinked back tearsnot for the first time today, and surely not for the last.
I was right, aye? Jamie said, and I realized hed said it for the second time.
I was right, aye? Jamie said, and I realized hed said it for the second time.
Right about what?
About needing more room, he said patiently, and turned to gesture at the invisible rectangle of the stone foundation, the only tangible trace so far of the New House. The footprint of the original Big House was still visible as a dark mark beneath the grass of the clearing below, but it had nearly faded away. Perhaps by the time the New House was finished, it would be only a memory.
Brianna yawned like a lion, then pushed back her tangled mane and blinked sleepily into the dark.
Well probably be sleeping in the root cellar this winter, she said, then laughed.
O ye o little faith, Jamie said, not at all perturbed. The timbers sawn, split, and milled. Well have walls and floors and windows aplenty before snowfall. Maybe no glass in them yet, he added fairly. But that can wait til the spring.
Mmm. Brianna blinked again and shook her head, then stood up to look. Have you got a hearthstone?
I have. A lovely wee piece of serpentinethe green stone, ken?
I remember. And do you have a piece of iron to put under it?
Jamie looked surprised.
Not yet, no. Ill find that when we bless the hearth, though.
Well, then. She sat up straight and fumbled among the folds of her cloak, emerging with a large canvas bag, clearly heavy and full of assorted objects. She delved about in this for a few moments, then pulled out something that gleamed black in the firelight.
Use that, Da, she said, handing it across to Jamie.
He looked at it for a moment, smiled, and handed it to me.
Aye, thatll do, he said. Ye brought it for the hearth?
It was a smooth black metal chisel, six inches long and heavy in my hand, with the word Craftsman imprinted in the head.
Well for a hearth, Bree said, smiling at him. She put a hand on Rogers leg. At first, I thought we might build a house ourselves, when we could. But She turned and looked across the darkness of the Ridge into the vault of the cold, pure sky, where the Great Bear shone overhead. We might not manage before winter. And since I imagine well be imposing ourselves on you She looked up from under her lashes at her father, who snorted.
Dinna be daft, lass. If its our house, its yours, and ye ken that well enough. He raised a brow at her. And the more hands there are to help with the building of it, the better. Dye want to see the shape of it?
Not waiting for an answer, he disentangled Jem from his plaid, eased him down on the ground beside me, and stood up. He pulled one of the burning branches from the fire and jerked his head in invitation toward the invisible rectangle of the new foundation.
Bree was still drowsy, but game; she smiled at me and shook her head good-naturedly, then hunched her cloak over her shoulders and got up.
Coming? she said to Roger.
He smiled up at her and waved a hand, shooing her along. Im too knackered to see straight, love. Ill wait til the morning.
Bree touched his shoulder lightly and set off after the light of Jamies torch, muttering something under her breath as she stumbled over a rock in the grass, and I laid a fold of my cloak over Jem, who hadnt stirred.
Roger and I sat quiet, listening to their voices move away into the darkand then sat quiet for a few moments longer, listening to the fire and the night, and each others thoughts.
For them to have risked the dangers of the travel, let alone the dangers of this time and this place whatever had happened in their own time
He gazed into my eyes, saw what I was thinking, and sighed.
Aye, it was bad. Bad enough, he said quietly. Even sowe might have gone back to deal with it. I wanted to. But we were afraid there wasnt anyone there Mandy could feel strongly enough.
Mandy? I looked down at the solid little body, limp in sleep. Feel whom? And what do you mean, gone back? Wait I lifted a hand in apology. No, dont try to tell me now; youre worn out, and theres time enough. I paused to clear my throat. And its enough that youre here.
He smiled then, a real smile, though with the weariness of miles and years and terrible things behind it.