The Rebel
“Mrs. Brown met the guest by the door of the parsonage. “The parson was hoping that you wouldn’t mind waiting in the parlor and entertaining your company until he gets back. He was called away unexpectedly and he feared he might be a wee bit late in getting back. But wait, miss, where is your company?”
The housekeeper peered out at Clara’s solitary horse tied by the gate in front of the parsonage.
Sunlight glinted in the puddles still standing in the rutted road that led through the village. Tho...ugh the wispy smoke from a dozen cooking fires colored the breezes over the thatched roofs, the village was nearly deserted. Only a few ancient chickens, a goat in a stone enclosure across the way, and a workman carrying a load of sticks on his back at the far end of the hamlet hinted of other inhabitants.
“My sister needed to visit a friend in Buttevant, so I sent our guest, Sir Nicholas, with her. I wanted to be sure Jane would get back here in time to visit.”
“Good for you,” Mrs.MoreLess
The housekeeper peered out at Clara’s solitary horse tied by the gate in front of the parsonage.
Sunlight glinted in the puddles still standing in the rutted road that led through the village. Tho...ugh the wispy smoke from a dozen cooking fires colored the breezes over the thatched roofs, the village was nearly deserted. Only a few ancient chickens, a goat in a stone enclosure across the way, and a workman carrying a load of sticks on his back at the far end of the hamlet hinted of other inhabitants.
“My sister needed to visit a friend in Buttevant, so I sent our guest, Sir Nicholas, with her. I wanted to be sure Jane would get back here in time to visit.”
“Good for you,” Mrs.MoreLess
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