Once Upon a Plaid
“ —From “Get Ivy and Hull”
“Dinna mistake me. I’m all for decking up a house, or a castle, for Christmastide, but a line must be drawn when a woman decides ’tis time to deck up her man.”
—An observation from Nab, fool to the Earl of Glengarry Chapter Twenty-Three The chapel was a good deal quieter after William left, but not a smidge warmer. Nab paced the small space, beating his arms to warm them. He usually didn’t mind when Lord Glengarry ordered him away from his threshold, but on this particular night a couple had spread their cloaks dangerously close to the secret entrance to Nab’s tower stairs. He didn’t dare chance slipping into it in case someone should discover him and his hidden chamber.
Nab wasn’t comfortable around crowds of people when they were upright. When they were sprawled about the castle all around him, snoring, farting, or swiving, he felt as if he’d crawl out of his skin. It was his good fortune that Father Argyll, who tended to the souls of all who dwelled i...n the castle, was an elderly fellow who rarely kept the canonical hours, and preferred to counsel his parishioners by daylight.MoreLess
“Dinna mistake me. I’m all for decking up a house, or a castle, for Christmastide, but a line must be drawn when a woman decides ’tis time to deck up her man.”
—An observation from Nab, fool to the Earl of Glengarry Chapter Twenty-Three The chapel was a good deal quieter after William left, but not a smidge warmer. Nab paced the small space, beating his arms to warm them. He usually didn’t mind when Lord Glengarry ordered him away from his threshold, but on this particular night a couple had spread their cloaks dangerously close to the secret entrance to Nab’s tower stairs. He didn’t dare chance slipping into it in case someone should discover him and his hidden chamber.
Nab wasn’t comfortable around crowds of people when they were upright. When they were sprawled about the castle all around him, snoring, farting, or swiving, he felt as if he’d crawl out of his skin. It was his good fortune that Father Argyll, who tended to the souls of all who dwelled i...n the castle, was an elderly fellow who rarely kept the canonical hours, and preferred to counsel his parishioners by daylight.MoreLess
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