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“There is more to this story,” Nona said, her eyes flashing. “There is something different about you, and I would know what it is.”
Thomas’ heart sank as he shrugged off his cloak and hung it on the peg beside the door. Nona had lit the hearth fire, and the welcome warmth seeped into him as he considered what to say. She had been present yesterday when they had brought Uirolec back to Bebbanburg in the driving rain, and had heard the story of what had happened when they reported to Oswy in the hall.
Not the whole story, of course. And her eyes held more than a hint of speculation when she had quickly glanced at him before he and Celyn had left the hall to return to Celyn’s home. They intended to take the Pict to Lindisfarne, but the weather was too foul for travel and Uirolec needed
