As she walked she took stock of “the rest of her life,” which began a little over a month ago. The first few days had been a challenge but so much had changed since then. She believed the clan was finally beginning to accept her. Now Christmas was just over a week away, and the preparations were well started. She was pleased with what she had accomplished. When she arrived at the cottage where Pol’s family lived, Mae welcomed her warmly. “My lady, please come in and sit by the fire. It is a bitter cold day.” “Aye, it is, the air smells like snow. I hope I am not interrupting ye. If I am, I would be happy to come back another time.” “Ye are always welcome here. I love to have an excuse for a wee break in the afternoon.” “Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time but I have a question for ye. Would ye consider training Meriel as a weaver?” Mae couldn’t have looked more shocked if she had been asked to teach the sheep to weave their own wool. “Meriel?
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