And Then He Loved Me (A Highlander Novella Book 1) by Ruger Rebecca

Author:Ruger, Rebecca [Ruger, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Rebecca Ruger
Published: 2019-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Yer da’s gone then?” Edine asked as Isla watched James Cameron ride away. She turned to Edine and nodded, met the woman’s round little eyes, waiting for confirmation that she would indeed be received here. Edine was more crooked than when last Isla had seen her. One gnarled hand held onto the door for support. “C’mon then.”

Isla stepped inside, was greeted—terrified, actually—by Edine’s giant hound advancing on her, teeth bared.

“Go on wit ye,” said Edine to the hound, which stood taller than Isla’s waist and wore a wiry coat of brown and black and gray hair. “That’s Fynn, and he’ll want to ken ye, before he lets you in.”

Isla stood and waited, extended her hand, palm down, toward the beast. He approached, tail wagging now, and sniffed first her hand and then her skirts and her shoes before lifting his head at Isla. Standing before her, with his head tilted up at her, his snout was almost at her chest, his soft black eyes regarded her curiously. “How do you do, Fynn?”

With that, and one more sniff aimed at her face, he seemed to lose interest and ambled away, curling up at a spot on the packed earth floor near Edine’s tiny hearth.

“I did not know you could have a wolfhound,” Isla said. Edine had moved to the far corner of the room, had her back to Isla. “I thought only chieftains and lords could own the great hounds.”

“Fynn was a gift,” Edine said vaguely. “And that’s all you say, ‘he was a gift from the Cameron’, when I’m gone.”

Isla stepped fully inside the cottage, which seemed to be similar in size to what she’d just vacated. The first thing that had caught her eye was the fireplace. Made of stone, it sat in the middle of the outside wall of the rear of the cottage and sported both a section where hung not one but two kettles, and next to that firebox sat an oven of sorts, two deep stones shelves built into the wall. A third open section beneath these held piles of kindling and cut wood. Isla had never seen a fireplace in a cottage but realized immediately that Edine’s cottage was so much warmer than her former home. Perhaps the stone stored and shared heat with the room.

Isla stood in the middle of the room and turned around to view it all. To the right of the entrance, behind the door sat Edine’s bed, raised off the floor in a crude but solid frame, covered in linen and a great hide of fur. Across from that, on the rear wall, many feet away from the hearth, was a cupboard, tall enough to touch the thatch of the ceiling, with shelves and drawers and hooks where hung what Isla assumed were Edine’s frocks. A stool, having only three legs, the seat being well-worn and shiny, sat next to the cupboard. At the opposite side of the room, Edine stood at a table that stretched the length of that side wall.

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