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Show Page 140 "Aye," he agreed. "If all goes well." "Everything will be fine," I told him. "You saw how much better Anne is looking now that we have fish and venison to eat once again. And Sara Snow had her little one during the worst of the hunger and it survived." "But Mistress Snow did not have to worry about ..." "Worry about what, Twig?" I asked, for he did not finish what he had begun. "Nothing," he replied, and refused to say more. Later that night I lay awake in the soft darkness, for I was not used to a full stomach and, indeed, it was keeping me from sleep. I had at last begun to doze when I heard a voice cry out. "Twig is having another nightmare," Margaret muttered from where she and Walter slept in the far corner of the room. "Will you see to him, Sarah?" I clambered up the ladder, wondering why Twig had so suddenly commenced to having nightmares the past few weeks. I knelt beside him, my hand resting upon his shoulder, the two of us enfolded by the smell of bayberry, sassafras, dried currants and onions, parsley and sorrel. "Do not hurt it! Do not hurt it!" Twig cried, still asleep. "It is such a wee thing." He began to sob ere I managed to shake him awake. |