Chapter Nine
The wind howled and the noises seeped through to ears, chilling the body bone deep. The clatter of rain had a ghostly effect on the manor, Thor's hammer struck lightning more often than ever. It was devastatingly gloomy.
They thought it a good sign.
Elise sighed and turned her head back to her sewing. How on God's precious earth these people could think a frightening storm was a good sign? She wondered. She remembered what she did in England when things got this boring and she had nothing to do. When Troy was on his father's estates, managing and taking care of pressing matters. People had told her countless times that men could have mistresses, it was a fact of married life for a woman. Men could do everything.
She chuckled, she reminded herself of the time when she was
