Thomas was cinching up Missy’s saddle when a shadow darkened the stable door. He turned, sensing another Fey, and saw Nona. Apprehension and relief touched him in equal measure. He hadn’t wanted to leave before he could resolve some of what hung between them. But he also knew he would have to speak of Odda.
She came into the stable, a bag in her hands. “Celyn told me you are going to Lindisfarne. I’ve brought some herbs for Brother Eadric.”
Badulf, who had been fussing with Oswy’s favourite mount, peered around the horse’s rump at her. “Good day, my lady. Did ye bring me the herbs I asked ye for? They did the trick for the gelding here, so they did.”
She frowned. “Oh yes, of course. I’ve left them in the cookhouse, in a bag. When I gathered these things, I put them down. I’ll go get th
