The day’s journey had been exactly what Meriel had expected. Long and arduous. Merry had been inclined to follow the group and had not needed much direction or encouragement, to Meriel’s relief. Most of her time had been spent trying to stay upon the horse. Laurel sat down on the ground across from Meriel and stretched out her hands to warm them by the fire. The weather had been comfortable during the day, but both were used to being inside after the sun went down and found the night somewhat chilly. Luckily Conor and Hamish had wanted a cooked meal; otherwise it might have been difficult getting them to agree to build a fire. Laurel picked up a stick and poked the logs to rekindle the flames, as if she was searching for the right way to start the conversation. “Conor and Hamish are out taking care of the horses. I doubt they will return until they think we are asleep. Nothing frightens a man more than two women talking.” Meriel stifled a small sigh. She wanted to talk through her problems, but not with just anyone.
