A couple of days later, Eachan’s wife, Binne, returned. She had been away at her uncle’s holding, as her cousin’s wife had recently given birth. Both mother and babe had been ill, and Binne had gone to give what aid she could. She was not a Healer, but her father had been. She had some knowledge of herb lore and so she went to assist the Healer who was tending to the new mother.
As Thomas helped Eachan repair part of the pasture fence, the Horseclan Fey straightened, a faraway look on his face. Then he grinned, his eyes sharpening on Thomas. “Ah, Binne is coming, so she is! Come, lad, and greet her. She will be glad to meet Matthew’s son.”
But once Thomas saw the older woman riding into the holding, he had a feeling that glad might not be the right word. He recognized her from the Gathe
