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The two glared at each other, hands set on hips. During all of this Lady Angmar never moved or spoke,
merely stared into the fire. Behind her, shoved against the wall, stood another carved chair, fit for a lord
but empty. Domnall wondered if sheтАЩd been widowed; it seemed a good guess if a sad one.

тАШWell, now,тАЩ Domnall said. тАШDo you all hail from the southern lands?тАЩ

тАШWho knows?тАЩ Otho snapped. тАШIt could have been any wretched direction at all!тАЩ

тАШYouтАЩll forgive my uncle, good sir,тАЩ Mic said. тАШHeтАЩs getting old and a bit daft.тАЩ He grabbed OthoтАЩs arm.
тАШCome and sit down.тАЩ

Muttering under his breath, Otho allowed himself to be dragged away. Domnall had the uneasy feeling
that the old man wasnтАЩt daft in the least but speaking of grammarie. Yet his mind refused to take that idea
in. He found it easier to believe in a lady sent away by her brothers after a husbandтАЩs death, or perhaps
even a lady in political exile, allowed to take a small retinue away with her. The Sassenach chiefs were
always fighting among themselves, and heтАЩd heard that their women could do what they wished with their
bride-price if their husbands died. The welcome fire, the warm straw, the steamy reek of his drying cloak
and plaid, the taste of ale and bread тАФ it all seemed too solid, too normal to allow the presence of
magic. As he found himself yawning, he wondered if heтАЩd merely imagined the man named Evandar and
the blazing tree. They might merely have been the mad visions of a man come near death by cold.

At length Lady Angmar turned and considered him with eyes so sad they were painful to look upon.

тАШI can have the servants give you a chamber,тАЩ she said, тАШor would you prefer to sleep here by the
banked fire?тАЩ
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тАШThe fireside will do me well, my lady, and IтАЩd not cause you any more trouble.тАЩ

Her mouth twitched in a ghost of a smile.

тАШThereтАЩs been trouble enough, truly,тАЩ she said, then returned to watching the fire.

Angmar never spoke again. At length she rose and with her elderly maidservant left the hall. Young Mic
brought Domnall a blanket; Otho banked up the fire; they took the lantern and left him with the dogs to
curl up and sleep.

When he woke cold grey light edged the shutters. Otho was just letting the whining dogs out at the door.
Stretching and yawning, Domnall sat up as the old man came stumping over, poker and tongs in hand, to
mend up the fire.

тАШIтАЩll get out of your way, good sir,тАЩ Domnall said.

тАШYouтАЩre a well-spoken lad.тАЩ

тАШIt becomes a Christian man to watch his speaking.тАЩ