“Perhaps she is a slave, a runaway,” Cailin suggested.
“She wears no collar,” Wulf replied. “Did you see any mark of ownership upon her when you bathed her, lambkin?”
Cailin shook her head. “Nay, I did not.”
“I can remember nothing of myself,” Aelfa said in a sweet, almost musical voice. “Oh, I am afraid! Why can I not remember?”
“You will remember in time,” Cailin said briskly, seeing that Aelfa was preparing to weep once more. The men were being foolish enough without being subjected to that. “Have you not work in the fields?” Cailin asked her husband. “Do not worry about Aelfa. She will stay with me, and I will keep her safe. Corio, will your father not want you at home to help? We are so pleased you came to visit, but go, and do not come back until the Beltane fires, cousin!”
“Are all women so impatient when they are close to delivering their young?” Corio asked Wulf as they exited the hall. “I have never seen Cailin so short of temper.” Then, dismissing his cousin, he said, “Is not Aelfa the most exquisite creature you have ever seen? I think I am in love with her already. Is such a thing possible, Wulf Ironfist?”
Wulf laughed. “Aye, it is,” he admitted, “and I can see you are certainly taken with our waif-child. If we learn anything of import about her, like a husband languishing somewhere, I will send word to you.”
Aelfa, however, could not seem to remember anything of her life before they had found her, apart from her name. Wulf felt that all evidence pointed to a gentle birth, and had wanted to house her in the solar, not the hall. Cailin had, with strangely uncharitable feelings, refused.
“The solar is for the lord and his family,” she said sharply to her husband. “Aelfa is not family. She is safe in the hall, and to house her with us would say otherwise, causing unpleasant talk.”
Among whom? he had wanted to ask, but Cailin’s expression was so forbidding he dared not. He put her irritation down to the fact the child’s birth was near and that she was anxious for it to be born. “You are mistress of this hall,” he soothed her, and was surprised when she glared up at him. He had never seen her like this. Certainly she had not been so easily angered when she had carried Aurora.
“The girl must stay,” Cailin said. “It goes against all the laws of hospitality for us to expel her from Cadda-wic due to the mysterious circumstances surrounding her arrival. Nonetheless she is not family, and I will not have her treated as such, lest it be misunderstood.”
He was forced to agree, and Aelfa settled into the routine of their lives. She was courteous and pleasant to all, but Cailin thought she seemed more so to the men. Cailin did not know what it was that made her suspicious of Aelfa, but her voice within was strong. She had long ago learned not to deny it even when she did not fully understand the warning. Cailin knew from her past experiences that all would be revealed in time. Until then she would be vigilant and on her guard. Her family and all she held dear were once again being threatened. Would there never come a time when they would know real peace? she despaired silently.
Across the hall, Aelfa sat upon the floor with Nellwyn, giggling as they played with Aurora. They made a most charming picture, even if that was precisely what Aelfa had intended, Cailin thought angrily, wondering why the others could not see the girl for the schemer she was. In time, that little voice counseled her wisely. In time.
Chapter 17
There would never be a Beltane celebration, Cailin thought pensively, when she would not remember the tragedy that had struck her family. The merriment of the festival would always be tinged with sadness for her. When she and Wulf had returned to Britain last year, the holiday had been a subdued one for them because they were too involved with rebuilding their lives. This year, however, it was different. The fields were already green with new grain. There was an air of new hope about them that she could not remember having felt in all her life.
The weather was perfect, and despite the impending birth of her child, Cailin arose early to gather flowering branches for the hall. She took Aurora with her, and upon