Sister Found by Jeanne G'Fellers

Author:Jeanne G'Fellers [G'Fellers, Jeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594930560
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2006-03-01T06:00:00+00:00

“Will she live?” Myrla stroked the milker’s head as Kaelan stitched the gash in its side. Jewel had drawn some milk and now stood nearby while Hestra fumbled to suckle through the bottle.

“She’ll survive. Sharillia managed to miss anything vital.” Kaelan finished dressing the wound and patted the animal’s side. “Wish she’d done the same with the colt. Such a good-looking animal. Straight legged and true backed. Shame we’ve been reduced to eating it. All right, Rankil, you and Archell help me get her up and walking.” With shouts and earnest tugging, the milker regained her footing. She looked around the cavern, snorted, then dug her nose into the hay manger.

“Think she knows her babe is gone?” asked Myrla.

“Doubt she cares one way or another.” Rankil brushed hay from the back of Myrla’s knee skirts.

“Rankil, get your hands back!” Kaelan’s stress level had peaked. “Go with Archell and start butchering that colt. Myrla, tend the fire and start breakfast. Some of us are hungry!”

“Yes, Kaelan.” Rankil followed her cousin through the family chamber to the adjacent cavern where they had hung the colt to bleed. “I didn’t mean a thing by it, Archie, honest,” she stammered as they separated the sweetmeats. “She had hay on her skirts. I’ve done it before and no one got mad. What’s wrong with it now?”

“Much.” Archell bundled the meats as Rankil began to skin the carcass. “Rankil dankle must be careful.”

“What changes hay on the skirts?”

“The hay doesn’t change, Rankil roo, the touch does,” he said, smiling in his wisest manner.

Rankil turned to face him. “You’re not making sense. Was I out of line?”

“With the start of today, Sharillia’s vicious display, yes.” Archell began hacking manageable sections from the skinned areas. “Jewel knows you meant good, Myrla does, too.” He paused in his slicing to speak. “Think, Rankil roo, you like Myrla. Myrla does you. Give it time. Get too rushed in Kaelan’s mind,” Archell grasped her wrist, “and things will never be good, never be fine.”

Rankil took in the seriousness of his expression. “You think?”

“Don’t touch your girl until the moment is right, ask Kaelan first so that you might.” The Autlach chuckled at his cousin’s hopeless sigh. “Poor Rankil dankle. She finds this so hard.”

“Myrla makes me think of things I know I shouldn’t.” Rankil stretched the hide across a large rock and stood in thoughtful silence, a half-smile revealing her ideas. “Ever have those kind of thoughts?”

Archell raised his thick brows. “Sharillia was pretty to me until she showed how she could really be.”

Rankil could see how he found the woman attractive. She wasn’t much older than he was. “What changed your mind?”

“She insulted my kin.” He butchered one of the colt’s rear legs and laid it to the side. “My Rankil and Myrla again and again.”

“She got back what she gave.”

Archell’s look turned long, and he scrunched his face. “Then she took her children into certain death and left us to starve.” He said. “I believe I’ve lost interest.”

“Cold and heartless is not your type, eh?” Rankil helped remove the last of the usable meat.

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