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He Knows I'm Here
Matthew got up from the fire and stepped out from the trees, squinting down the path towards the direction that Thomas would come. He would arrive today, hopefully soon. His shoulder ached from his wound, even with Nona’s draught to ease the pain. It would be good to get to Wurthingas and to a warm bed.
He heard Fee walk up behind him, and he turned to her as she joined him. She looked up at him with a slight frown.
“He’ll no come any sooner wi’ ye standin’ here,” she said, and squinted up at the heavy-laden sky. “And ye’ll soon get soaked, so ye will. Come back to the fire, husband. Ye’ve no need to get sick.”
He put his arm around her and drew her close, grateful for her presence. “Ah, don’t worry, my love. If it starts to pour, I’ll come back. But I find it har
