Twice Upon A Time by Lisa Ann Verge6/23/2023 “Perhaps it was a mistake setting you to the thatching. “You’re as clumsy as a woman ten moons gone with child.” She covered her smile with her hand. Her laughter mingled with the tingling of the bells on her girdle. Below, in the slanting light, she frolicked about like a calf in springtime, weaving herbs into the thatch to keep away the fleas.Ĭonor cursed as the rope of thatch slipped through his hands and left a spray of splinters in his skin. When the game ended, he found himself twisting prickly hay in his hands and braiding it into ropes, with the stench of rot and moss in his nostrils as he strapped the heavy thatch upon the roof of her hut. “Och, it’s a fine thing to have such a strong man to do my bidding.” She sighed and took the bowl of stirabout off the fire. He dropped into the flattened grass on one side of the board. “I could use someone to fix the thatching-” He turned to find her hovering over a pot of stirabout. Stripping off his cloak, he took to the woodcutting with ill humor, but he chopped until the pile of logs topped the roof of her hut.Īs sweat soaked the embroidered neckline of his tunic, h e sank the axe blade into the last piece of timber. He strode to the hut and snatched the axe leaning by the woodpile, then marched out deeper into the woods. She said it with a twinkle in her eye and a smile lurking at the corners of her lips and he knew he was defeated. “Do the men of Ulster pay their wagers, Conor? Would you have me think that the over-king of Morna is not a man of honor?”
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