~CELIE’S POV~
“'Take my word for it' is what he said before leaving,” I say bitterly. “It has been four days, yet the man hasn’t turned up.”
Mary, my handmaiden, who has been a faithful companion since the birth of my little Eleanor, suggests that they could’ve been held back by some unforeseen circumstances, which she guessed could be bad weather or a tussle with the enemy.
“I’d prefer it if it was the former rather than the latter,” I pray for my husband’s safety on his way back to Birmingham. “Since there’s an unusual surge in plunder and homicides during winters, the delay in his return torments my soul.”
Exhausted from having been rocking my child in my arms for half an hour now, I place the little one in her bassinet and then make a quick movement towards the window to peek out
