Pretty in Plaid by Eliza Knight

Author:Eliza Knight [Knight, Eliza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knight Media, LLC
Published: 2021-05-01T18:30:00+00:00

The croft was well hidden indeed, covered in crispy, dried brush and dead tree limbs. It looked as though it had been rotting there for some time, but the inside of the small hut was clean, and there were a few cots pushed against the wall with blankets neatly folded on top. A table with four chairs, set with bowls and cups, appeared as if it had been waiting for the next occupants.

A brazier held three fresh logs that had never been lit.

“Looks like someone just left and is expecting to come back,” Kenna said.

“Aye, but it always looks like that.” Sorley set his satchels down near the door in case they needed to make a hasty exit.

“On purpose?”

“Part of the rules if ye stay. We’ll leave it as we found it tonight.”

Kenna smiled, impressed with the close-knit underground rebel organization. “That is lovely.”

“Mistress J’s thought of everything.”

“I can see that.” She pinched one of the wool blankets between her fingers, rubbing back and forth. They were of decent quality. Thank goodness because it was freezing out.

“Are ye hungry?”

“Aye, but I didna bring any food.”

He winked at her. “No’ to worry, I did. I’ll see to the horses and then to your stomach.”

“Allow me to help. ’Twill go by faster. And I am hungry.” She grinned.

“All right.” They walked through the adjoining room that had been converted into a stable to keep the horses hidden from anyone who came through. It, too, had been cleaned and prepped for the next occupants.

They found the well and filled the trough with water for the horses, and then Sorley gave them oats and hay he had in one of the satchels he’d removed from the horses. They brushed them down, checked their hooves, and then left them to munch while they went back into the main room.

“I hope ye like jerky and bannocks.”

“My favorite,” she said with a laugh.

“I’ve some whisky, too.”

Kenna shook her head. “I’d better no’. Uncle Duncan did no’ believe lassies should have spirits, and so I am no’ accustomed to drinking it, I’m afraid.”

“’Tis a bit chilly in here. Ye may change your mind.”

“I’ll consider it should I freeze.” She rubbed her hands together, the tips of her fingers tingled with feeling coming back in them now that they were somewhat safeguarded from the elements.

“I’ll save ye some.”

They sat at the chairs, but Kenna didn’t remain long. After sitting on the horse all night, she wanted to stand and found the chair's hard wood too much.

“Good idea.” Sorley followed suit, and they ate in silence. When he passed her the flask of whisky, she did take a small sip, shuddering at the burn as it made its way down her throat. She found it soothing, though, given the chill of winter was seeping into her bones.

On the horse, she’d been able to leech some of the heat from the animal, but now that they were inside, though they had the barrier of the walls, she had started to shiver from the cold.

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