--Sir.james.bland
Sir James entered the great hall of Wallace Castle with a throbbing headache, an agonizing reminder of last night's revelry at Kel's Bells Tavern in Egremont, where he had drunk tankards of ale and danced with Amelia Fallenfast until blackness overcame him. He had no memory of having come back to his apartment of rooms at the castle, and now, the aroma of the breakfast foods seemed to cause his stomach to turn over! The scent of her perfume clung to his beard, and strangely mixed with the smell of the food, caused him to feel even sicker! Young James Wallace leaped out from behind the suit of armor, standing stiffly in one cornor, and whacked his wooden sword against the facing, causing Sir James to actually flinch, and see stars as his head throbbed and pounded.
Jah's teeth and bones, my boy! Sir James muttered. In the man's hand was a missive Lady Hikenai had asked him yesterday evening to relay to a messenger the first thing this morning. He was on the way into Egremont on that mission for her, and he eyed James with no little amount of ire, as the six year old laughed and muttered a silly rhyme ....
King o' the castle,
Lord o' the house,
Hair o' the dog,
Nit o' the louse!
James was being proceeded, as the child made his way past Sir James, by that strange friend of Lord and Lady Wallace's-------the Lady Saskia!
The numerous house guests were contiuing in their festivities. Sir James had no idea what Lord Wallace had planned for the guests today, and on the way down from his own suit of rooms, Blythe had stopped him on the stairs, to tell Sir James that Lady Hikenai was in her bedchamber preparing for the baby's birth today! Sir James knew making sure this missive reached the messenger promptly would put Hik's mind at ease, on today of all days!
To: Dame Millicent Reine, Countess of Portsmouth
Mayor of Marlborough
Marlborough, Wiltshire
December 29, 1458
Egremont, Cumberland
Wallace Castle
My lady Countess,
I hope this missive finds you in good health and enjoying holiday festivities.
You and I are not acquainted, but your legal expertise was recounted to me by the late Spotacus Balintyne. I have a matter I would trust to no other than one such as yourself, for I fear my husband and I have need of a skillful barrister, in complete understanding of the law. In order to not take up much of your time, I shall come right to the point.
My husband and I wish to finalize the adoption of a six year old girl, Neonea, who came to us one cold and snowy night while we had dinner at our tavern in Egremont. She now resides with us at Wallace Castle. She was suffering from exposure and malnutrition when she first arrived, and could only tell us first names of people we supposed she had traveled with before becoming somehow separated from them. It is my belief she was abandoned. She tells us she hails from Lanark, Scotland, and speaks with a Scottish brogue.
In loving the child, and remembering the sorry state she was in when she first appeared at our tavern, I have a grave concern someone from her past might surface and attempt to claim the child, separating her from the stable, loving and nurturing home she presently has with us! If that were ever to be the case, my husband, Kelster Wallace, and I would wish to retain the most knowledgeable and formidable barrister we could possibly have to represent us. Remembering how highly Spotacus spoke of you, I felt strongly compelled to approach you before all others.
Due to Neonea's tender age, she is unable to relate to us the circumstances surrounding her separation from family and friends. This might be a case of simple, uncomplicated adoption----or at some point we might be in for a custody battle. Nonetheless, I wish to be prepared with the best legal counsel we can arrange on behalf of our daughter, Neonea, who has blessed our household with her angelic presence.
Thank you for reading this and for giving it consideration. I hope to hear from you shortly. If you are unable to assist us, perhaps you might be so kind as to refer us to a barrister who might not be already engaged, and would have the time to take our case.
Thank you again,
Hikenai Wallace
Jah's teeth and bones, my boy! Sir James muttered. In the man's hand was a missive Lady Hikenai had asked him yesterday evening to relay to a messenger the first thing this morning. He was on the way into Egremont on that mission for her, and he eyed James with no little amount of ire, as the six year old laughed and muttered a silly rhyme ....
King o' the castle,
Lord o' the house,
Hair o' the dog,
Nit o' the louse!
James was being proceeded, as the child made his way past Sir James, by that strange friend of Lord and Lady Wallace's-------the Lady Saskia!
The numerous house guests were contiuing in their festivities. Sir James had no idea what Lord Wallace had planned for the guests today, and on the way down from his own suit of rooms, Blythe had stopped him on the stairs, to tell Sir James that Lady Hikenai was in her bedchamber preparing for the baby's birth today! Sir James knew making sure this missive reached the messenger promptly would put Hik's mind at ease, on today of all days!
To: Dame Millicent Reine, Countess of Portsmouth
Mayor of Marlborough
Marlborough, Wiltshire
December 29, 1458
Egremont, Cumberland
Wallace Castle
My lady Countess,
I hope this missive finds you in good health and enjoying holiday festivities.
You and I are not acquainted, but your legal expertise was recounted to me by the late Spotacus Balintyne. I have a matter I would trust to no other than one such as yourself, for I fear my husband and I have need of a skillful barrister, in complete understanding of the law. In order to not take up much of your time, I shall come right to the point.
My husband and I wish to finalize the adoption of a six year old girl, Neonea, who came to us one cold and snowy night while we had dinner at our tavern in Egremont. She now resides with us at Wallace Castle. She was suffering from exposure and malnutrition when she first arrived, and could only tell us first names of people we supposed she had traveled with before becoming somehow separated from them. It is my belief she was abandoned. She tells us she hails from Lanark, Scotland, and speaks with a Scottish brogue.
In loving the child, and remembering the sorry state she was in when she first appeared at our tavern, I have a grave concern someone from her past might surface and attempt to claim the child, separating her from the stable, loving and nurturing home she presently has with us! If that were ever to be the case, my husband, Kelster Wallace, and I would wish to retain the most knowledgeable and formidable barrister we could possibly have to represent us. Remembering how highly Spotacus spoke of you, I felt strongly compelled to approach you before all others.
Due to Neonea's tender age, she is unable to relate to us the circumstances surrounding her separation from family and friends. This might be a case of simple, uncomplicated adoption----or at some point we might be in for a custody battle. Nonetheless, I wish to be prepared with the best legal counsel we can arrange on behalf of our daughter, Neonea, who has blessed our household with her angelic presence.
Thank you for reading this and for giving it consideration. I hope to hear from you shortly. If you are unable to assist us, perhaps you might be so kind as to refer us to a barrister who might not be already engaged, and would have the time to take our case.
Thank you again,
Hikenai Wallace











































This be Neonea Wallace, my cousin! She is Uncle Kel and Aunty Hik's new daughter! They asked her if 

James loved squirrels! A band of squirrels for Uncle Kel's tavern! 










Smiling that at last she could do more than sit sedately in the sleigh and watch, Hikenai emerged from the warm covers long enough to place the holly and mistletoe Kelster had found in a bag. The snow was deep in drifts around her feet and she was glad Neo had stayed in the sleigh. She watched as Kelster selected an enormous tree for the castle, and was happy to see Henry rush over to help Kel handle it. The great tree fell quickly, and while sad to see it come down, Hikenai knew it's beauty would soon fill the hall in Wallace castle. 



















This was Hikenai's favorite time of the day, when she and Kel would rinse the scent of ale and whisky from their hands, would hurry to the stables where the young boys would have the horses saddled and ready, and they would mount them quickly, sometimes only breaking their clasped hands long enough to get settled in their saddle. Then Hik and Kel would ride back to Wallace Castle, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but always with one aim in mind.

Then they would file from the church, and down the steps to the gazebo in the church yard, where Kelster would stand waiting for Hikenai to take her place next to him. This was Hikenai's wedding day and she could remember no other day in her life, in which she had felt so beautiful, so loved, and so full of hope for the future. When she and Kel returned to Wallace Castle later that night, it would be as husband and wife!
Seeing one missive having arrived from the south, Hikenai broke open the seal and began to read news of another couple, newly married, enjoying their...............and Hikenai's face fell. She sat blankly for a moment and then picked up Kel's quill and ink pot. There was already clean parchment before her, so Hikenai began, hand writing invitations to close friends and kin. A tear slid down her cheek and splashed on her collar bone, as she whispered a prayer for two she knew would not be in attendance at her wedding, the groom having entered death's corridor, leaving his bride alone and grieving. As Hikenai shook her head at the unfathomable loss, she knew she would not forget this man..............















