Chapter 55

Eleanor fidgeted in her chair, trying to concentrate on the book that was on her lap. Normally books about far off lands fascinated her, but right now she could not remember a single word she had read all afternoon.

The men had broken their fast shortly before sunrise and left right after. Hunting meat for dinner they had said. With the amount of wildlife, she’d seen on the way to the river Eleanor knew it should not have taken this long. Either their aim had suddenly become incredibly poor, or her husband had lied to her.

At first, her imagination had taken a wild turn, dreaming up all sorts of horrible things that could have happened to them on their hunt, but Uilleam insisted she need not worry yet as he had not expected them back until dark. So now her imagination was trying to figure out what it was he might actually be doing, since obviously, it was not hunting meat for their dinner. Fann told her often that he valued her honesty, so she had assumed she would get the same from