“I didn’t expect to see you again,” Will calls out to the man when he catches sight of him.
“Another relative has already claimed the land,” the man replies, unwilling to meet our eyes. He glances around him as if expecting someone to sneak up on him any minute.
“If you still need help mending that fence, let me know,” Will offers. I grab his arm to hold him back.
“The plague has arrived, hasn’t it?” I ask the young man. He glances up startled.
“No?” His voice rises making it sound like a question. He lies. He has seen the Black Death and brought it to us.
“You need to go home immediately. Do not approach anyone. Stay there until you know you have not got the sickness,” I tell him.
“I don’t take orders from a girl,” he mutters.
“I suggest you do as Lucy says, until you are sure you
