Chapter 4It was still as black as pitch when Edison was wakened by Cydymaith pecking at his window. After snarling a few choice words at the bird, Edison got out of bed and washed at the basin after pouring out the cold water he’d brought up in the jug the night before.
Trying to suppress a shiver, Edison dressed quickly. Bollocks! I’d forgotten what it was like to have to get up at this time and how cold it could be. At least it’s summer. If it were winter, I’d be at risk of freezing my balls off in this place.
By the time he clambered down the stairs, Eira had already set out a steaming mug of good, strong tea and generously buttered slabs of warm, newly made bread. A spoon stood in a small pot of homemade jam and Edison inhaled the enticing aromas.
“Thank you.” Edison dabbed jam on t
