To Be Gilded: Ch 2

“You know you didn’t have to come along, mother.” Deryk clutched at the swinging velvet rope over his head as the carriage jostled along the gravel road up to the Universite. She waved a gloved hand at the comment. “Hush. You’re uptight enough as it is. It’ll be expedient for me to be there rather…

Fyskar: Ch 12

Finished with lunch, Seonaid and Fearchar took up their positions on the rug once more. “You have surely led a remarkable life, Eoin.” Seonaid drank from her cup. Eoin nodded reluctantly. I had hoped, running as far as I could, that my boys and I would be safe, he explained. He sipped at another cup…

Fyskar: Ch 11

Seonaid and Fearchar watched time slip by. Plants grew, and the seasons changed from dry to wet. Callum and Albin grew out of their baby fat. “It was into their third or fourth year that I was taken in by the doctor of the village when he learned I had talent for healing. Ajuji had…

Fyskar: Ch 10

“Dad! Dad, dad, dad, dad, da-“ Yes. Hi. Hello. I hear you. What? Eoin motioned his made-up signs for the two boys to stop clamouring for his attention. He blew out a puff of air, sweaty strands lifting in the humidity. His field lay partially fallow, the summer rains having flattened the leftover grain stalks…

Fyskar: Ch 9

The sun seeped through the seams of the shuttered window and door as Eoin awoke the next morning. He lazily observed the sleeping couple wrapped around each other. Drifting to the realization he had taken them into his dreams and memories, he glanced about the space, free of the peripheral blinders he had worn for…

Fyskar: Ch 8

He had considered more than once her suggestion to find employment at a big house. Then he was reminded of his impediment at every turn. It would never work. Miles passed underfoot as he left the highlands and the lowlands. It took him four weeks to walk and catch carts from the Hebrides to Bath…

Fyskar: Ch 7

The house lay dark save for the banked fire. Eoin eased himself in through the door to be greeted by Seonaid and Fearchar cuddled on the floor in front of the hearth. They looked up at him and smiled as he entered. Eoin nodded a hello. “A job well done, doc!” Fearchar untangled himself from…

Fyskar: Ch 6

The weeks passed, uninterrupted of any more phenomenal events. Eoin kept busy with his clients that made their way to Seonaid’s house. He travelled into town with Fearchar to remedy a few of the old women who had taken to their beds with complaints of arthritis and winter cough. He ran into Lady Daleroch once…

Fyskar: Ch 5

Late into his second month in Fearchar and Seonaid house, a woman knocked at the door, to Eoin’s surprise. He flinched in distaste, recognizing her. She was older but still prim and smug. Seonaid turned tail and closed the door to the bedroom before the woman could see her. The lady came seeking medical advice…

Fyskar: Ch 2

A smoking peat fire sputtered in the tavern’s fireplace. Reflector oil lamps hung strewn about the rafters, illuminating the shadows the morning sun had not yet banished from the dim room. The acid smell of burning rush and beef suet mingled with the peat, leaving the building coated in an earthy scent. A clatter of…