6
Mother screamin’, flames of yellow, orange surrounded us and in the midst of this hell, people cheered—
Elspeth!
“Mother, take my hand! Mother, where are ye?”
Elspeth!
Loud piercin’ scream.
Elspeth! Wake up!
A jolt and my eyes flew open. No longer did I see flames, but an angel.
“Bram?”
It’s alright, ye had a bad dream. That’s all.
“Mother – I couldna find her and the flames, they were so tall, but not hot. She kept callin’ my name.”
Ye was dreamin’, just a dream. Yer safe here wi’ me.
Foot scuffles sounded then another voice.
“What happened? Is she alright?”
Aye, a bad dream is all.
“She’ll have them for a while I’m afraid. This calls for hot tea and scones.”
“Scones?”
“You’ll like them, come now. You need nourishment and ye need to get on with your lessons.”
Lessons.
