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“Her heart needs time to heal.”
Thomas shook his head. “She looks for no other man.”
“It does not matter, when the time is right she will discover love again.”
Reena lost herself in her mapmaking. The evening meal came and went and she gave it no thought. After having gathered her senses, she’d had a logical discussion with herself.
She reminded herself that she was not at all suited for Magnus, and that he did not in the least favor her. His touch had been nothing more than him brushing off the falling snow on her face. And taking her hand? She had laughed at that, realizing the battlement’s walkway was slippery due to the snow, and holding her hand was a precautionary measure; in case she lost her footing, he would already have hold of her.
He was her lord and she his mapmaker. Though she wished to regard him as a friend, she would be wise to realize her place in his service. And she would do well to see that he and Brigid spent more time in each other’s company.
She thought to enlist Thomas’s help. He’d seemed to think her idea of bringing Magnus and Brigid together a good one when she had mentioned Brigid to Magnus on their journey home.
With her thoughts in more sensible order she had set to work on mapping the view from the battlement. Other maps would be necessary to complete the entire view, but for now she concentrated on the area she had hastily outlined before the snow began to fall in earnest.
She knew the land well, having traveled to the area on more than one occasion with her father, but one particular area troubled her. The slope of the land and the density of the trees did not give a true picture of the terrain, and she knew closer inspection was necessary if she was to map the area correctly.
If the snowfall was light she would request permission to investigate the area tomorrow; for now, however, she painstakingly detailed the view as accurately as possible, knowing more detail would follow later.
In between her mapping she had seen to the preparation of her new quills, the ones she had gathered just today. She had placed them near the hearth so that they would dry slowly. She did not want them to become brittle and thus unusable, especially with so much mapping to do. She would need extra quills.
She stretched her arms and drew back her shoulders to ease the ache in her neck and back. She often spent long hours at the table creating her maps or simply drawing, detailing an area, a face, a scene, and she loved every minute she spent with quill in hand.
Time being of no importance to her, she remained lost in her work. The knock at her door did not disturb her, and it was not until a solid fist hit her door twice that she jumped and in haste bid entrance to her visitor.
Magnus entered and walked over to the table where she sat.
He looked annoyed, but very handsome and powerful. Aye, very powerful, dressed all in black and intimidating in his confident gait. He could be feared and he could attract in one sweeping glance.
Attract.
The thought upset her, and she chased it from her tired mind, blaming her inappropriate thoughts on fatigue.
“You missed supper.”
He sounded as if he scolded, and before she could answer a yawn escaped and she covered her mouth to catch it.
“You have spent too many hours working.”
“A bare few,” she argued without much strength.
Magnus reached out and took the quill from her hand and placed it to the side. “Supper has long been finished and most everyone in the keep is asleep.” He pointed to Horace, sound asleep in front of the hearth. “He does not stir.”
There was no stirring the pup once he fell asleep for the night, though he usually crawled in bed with her. He must have given up waiting for her to retire and fallen asleep.
“I paid no heed to time,” she admitted.
“That is obvious. I think it is time for you to retire.”
“I have a line or two yet to draw, then I will retire.”
Magnus placed his hand over hers. “It can wait.”
“In a moment or two,” Reena argued.
“Now,” Magnus said softly.
Reena chose to remain stubborn. “When I am done.”
