Kinfairlie, Scotland—January 1424
Kinfairlie, Scotland—January 1424When the moon was in its first quarter of the new year, a strange wind came rattling through Kinfairlie’s hall. That wind bore down on Kinfairlie with astonishing force and cold, slipping through the c****s in the mortar, scattering spices and making the water swirl in the buckets. Darkness came earlier from that day hence, and the nights were filled with threat and ominous whispers.
There was not a soul who did not curse the change, or the relentless buffet of that wind. It seemed impossible to evade its frosty fingers, or to ever get fully warm. Lanterns were snuffed and candles blown out by its gusts. Fires were nearly impossible to start, with that wind gusting across hearth and brazier, and tempers became short.
Usu
