Chapter 7Heading to market, Conner hummed quietly. Two weeks had passed since the failed attempt to steal his cattle and nothing had happened since. At least nothing if he discounted the number of times he’d seen Boetius at market.
The man hadn’t approached him, or even spoken to him. Instead he’d just remained nearby and watched. Conner had briefly given thought to speaking to Boetius, but decided that perhaps Boetius was seeing just how much he enjoyed his life as a farmer and would therefore give up any notion about buying his farm.
The morning went as well as ever. His milk sold quickly as did the butter Ciaran churned. Conner was proud of his lover. People loved the butter, many commenting on it. More than a few also commented on how much happier and light of heart Conner seemed. Hi
