The Heartsmith
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Three Years Later
Jeffrey sighed. “Oh, I have so much to learn, Elspeth.”
Elspeth, in her quiet and gentle manner, slipped her hand into his and looked up at him. “Then let us learn together,” she said.
“Aye, we must.” He agreed. “Together, the two of us, and the Creator.”
She let her head fall onto his shoulder. “It will be hard, but good.”
After this, there's just one more chapter and the epilogue... which will be posted before I leave for the states at the end of June!
Chapter Twenty-One:
“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Donagh said jovially as the tired band entered his bookstore. “Glad to see you again,” he said to Archie. “But you’ve doubled in size!”
“Aye, we have.” Archie grinned. “These are the two men we were asking you about – Jonathan, and Timothy – Kianna, Jeffrey, and Liam’s father. And this,” he said, gently pushing Elspeth forward. “Is Elspeth.”
These chapters don't have titles yet... I haven't thought of anything epic for them yet. Any suggestions?
We're nearing the end - only four more chapters!
Chapter Fifteen: Thankfulness
A quarter of an hour later found Jeffrey outside the cabin. Archie stood across from him.
“Jeffrey, I’m sorry, too, for the loss of Keegan. He was a friend to us all.”
“Yes, sir, I know.”
“At ease, Jeffrey.” Archie commanded. “I hate seeing a boy who has suffered so much death stand so stiffly that it seems as if nothing can heal that hurt.”
“Mr. Archie, sometimes I wonder,” he paused, “if there is anything that can heal my heart.”
Chapter Thirteen: The Traitor’s Daughter
"Him serve with mirth," Elspeth sang. Next to her, she heard her father's
You get three chapters this time... 'cuz I don't feel like making you suffer with only one and the way time is divided in the story I'd have to do that. And I'm sorry italics and bold aren't working, it shows up when I see it in the work space but it doesn't show up when it's published.
Anyway... Enjoy!
Chapter Eight: I Will Find Him It was three days later. Jonathan was still in the company of the followers of the Creator. Although he was still reticent around most of the men, Kianna had stolen his heart. He sat and listened to her with an air of bewilderment, as if he could not understand their way of life. After some coaxing, Kianna told Jonathan stories of her family before they had run to the forest. Their lives were so completely different from those that Jonathan had encountered before that he was dumbfounded.