A Binding~
Calum Iverach
Rothcraig Hold, Aleron
Rachel returned with an old woman tottering after her. Wenda’s shoulders slouched, and her silver hair was thinning, but bright eyes twinkled in her furrowed face. She tilted her head back as she tried to find his face.
“Och, yer a tall one. Don’t think ye could’ve found yerself a bigger one, m’lady.”
“That’s right, Wenda.” He knelt and winked at the old woman. “Lady Rachel remarked on my height the day we met. It must be what won her over because she withstood my charm and good looks until now.”
“Bah,” the woman gave him a wrinkled smile. Surprisingly, she still had most of her teeth. “Ye’ve got plenty o’ both. And a rhi to boot.”
“Wenda, we wanted the binding, remember?” Rachel prompted. “The neud a’ lhamse.”
“I remember. I’m not da
