![]() ![]() ![]() “Peder’s grandpa says he’s seen more bees this fall than he can ever remember, and that means the winter won’t be too hard, but if it freezes and thaws all the time you’ll have ice everywhere, so I think we should dump more gravel on the path to the stream-” Thinking only made her stomach fall faster. If she talked, she did not have to think. Miri talked while she helped Marda stack the mattresses to clear the floor, and talked while she dished up breakfast, and talked while she led the goats from the adjoining room into the sharp light of morning. Her sister, Marda, was sitting up, and her pa too, stretching and groaning from the ache of sleep. ![]() The world was bigger.Ī noise called her back. She felt two ways about home too, she realized, looking out at the few dozen houses of Mount Eskel, their roofs traced white with dawn light. ![]() She waved, Peder waved back, and those addled feelings popped inside, her chest light and excited, her head tight and unsure. A figure stood in the doorway of Peder’s house. Miri crept from her pea-shuck mattress to the window. Strange, lately, how many things made her feel two opposite ways twisted together. She’d been expecting them all week with both a skipping heart and a falling stomach. It was day-the very day trade wagons might come to carry her off. Pale yellow sky slipped through the cracks in the shutters. Miri woke to the insistent bleat of a goat. Take you there and take you home, there’s nothing but the rocky road If you take that road away you’ll always take that way back home ![]()
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