![]() With a start, I realized it came from the same old woman from the inn on the road to Inverness. A belch came from the direction of the performers. He tipped his hat to us as one of the girls, Lily, passed us a tankard of warm cider. ![]() The field was full of people, most of them strangers and performers traveling the winter fair circuit, but I recognized the servant girls and a few familiar faces from Quick. For an instant I loved it here, far from the rest of the world, in a place so wild and free. After days closed up in such a stuffy manor, my soul yearned for a moment of life. For a few hundred feet we were caught between the house and the bonfire with the stars overhead, and a sudden bolt of joy seized me. A gust of cold bit at our legs and I shrieked and pulled her across the fields toward the warmth of the fire. I grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her downstairs and into the night. ![]()
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