joievalar

The wells froze over that night and sheep hiding in hedgerows froze solid where they laid. Poor Elizabeth! She faces North forever. The cold took her in midstride the locals say, and she "so close to hame, tha' wa' twenty ells" from where she fell. She was supposed to be at home with her new husband's head in her lap and the teakettle singin' by the fire. Today a spot on her crumbling grey foot appears to be a nail red with time and black with hate.