Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
They were soon on their way, Thaw snuggled in her lap, another blanket wrapped around her and Tarass sharing his fur-lined cloak with them as Snow had suggested. They were snug and warm all three of them.
Snow smiled, her head resting against her husband’s chest, thinking how Tarass and Thaw were her family now and soon…
A flutter caught at her heart. How could she be joyful and at the same time anxious of coupling with her husband?
She told herself not to worry. Sorrell and Willow had no difficulty with it, but then their husbands loved them. Then there was her blindness. Would either make a difference? She didn’t know, but she would find out tonight.
Chapter 16
Snow sat in the cloth lined tub, the water beginning to lose its warmth, though she cared not that it did. Nettle had assured her that she had scrubbed her body clean, that there was not a spot of blood on her.
Tarass had ordered a bath prepared for her in his bedchamber as soon as they had entered the Great Hall. She might not have been able to see the faces of those in the hall when Tarass yanked the blanket from around her revealing her blood-soaked garments, but Nettle had expressed what many must of thought.
“Good Lord, so much blood and you’re still standing?”
“Silence, Nettle!” Tarass had commanded. “Lady Snow is unharmed.”
Once they had reached his bedchamber, he had ordered Nettle to wash Snow down before she got in the tub. He made it abundantly clear that not an ounce of blood was to touch her bath water. Then he was gone and Snow hadn’t seen him since.
That was perfectly fine with her, since she would have never been able to relax and enjoy the warm bath if he was present.
“A pool of blood,” Nettle said, shaking her head as she busily gathered the soiled cloths she had used to wash Snow. “I still cannot believe it. No one can. And where did the blood come from?” She continued to shake her head perplexed.
Thanks to Nettle’s propensity for chatter and detail, she found out more about the incident with the pool of blood than Snow had known. Snow had been amazed to learn that the pool of blood had appeared to sit there like a tiny lake in the middle of the pristine snow, not a sign of anyone or thing being dragged off. All wondered how that could be, and worried it was an evil omen, indeed. And where had the single arrow come from? No one had been caught thus far and with the snowfall growing heavy it was unlikely clear tracks could be found.
It was a mystery, one that made no sense.
Nettle added a bucket of hot water to Snow’s bath and kept her voice low as she spoke. “Whispers circulate, not that I believe them, that death stalks you. The man Finn, the other body found in the snow, unknown to everyone, and now a single arrow that many believe…”
“What do they believe, Nettle?” Snow asked when the young woman’s words had drifted off, a strange occurrence for Nettle. When no answer was forthcoming, Snow urged, “Please, Nettle, I need to know.”
Nettle kept her voice to a whisper. “They believe you bring death with you and that the arrow was meant for Lord Tarass.”
A bad omen indeed.
Is that what Tarass’s clan thought of her… a bad omen?
“I count on you to not only be my eyes but my ears as well, Nettle. Please keep me informed about all you see and hear,” Snow said, suddenly feeling vulnerable in her new home.
“Aye, my lady, I’ll keep close watch of all that goes on,” Nettle promised.
Snow rested her head back on the rim of the round tub, the heated water soaking into her, soothing and relaxing her limbs. She wasn’t surprised when her eyes grew heavy, having gotten no sleep at all last night.
“My lady,” Nettle said softly.
Snow’s eyes fluttered open.
“The bed would be much better for a nap than the tub.”
Snow nodded and let Nettle help her out of the tub and dry her off.
“Oh, I forgot your nightdress and robe,” Nettle said, flustered she had forgotten it. “Wait under the bedcovers so you stay warm while I run and fetch it.”
Snow sunk into the warmth of the bed, the soft wool blankets adding more warmth. Her eyes closed and sleep claimed her as soon as her head touched the pillow.
When the door shut behind Nettle, Thaw stretched himself out of the ball he had curled in before the hearth and went to the bed and jumped up on it to curl against Snow’s side and fell asleep once again.
Nettle stood by the side of the bed, nightdress in hand, staring at Snow sleeping peacefully. It was her task to look after Lady Snow and that meant making sure she was dressed properly. She was not dressed properly for a nap or bedtime. She needed her nightdress, but she looked so peaceful Nettle hated to disturb her.