Hikenai
Kitsada wrote:
Over to the left!!
BANG BANG BANG went the hammer.
Now to the right!!!
BANG BANG BANG!!!
I would be honored to fight along side you should the need arise.
Kit gave a wry grin, though the pain showed on her face.
Did you faint?
Umm I don't know...
Does anything hurt?
My head is killing me, is it bleeding?
Have you eaten?
No.
Drunk much?
Umm no more than anyone else...
BANG BANG BANG went the hammer.
Now to the right!!!
BANG BANG BANG!!!
I would be honored to fight along side you should the need arise.
Kit gave a wry grin, though the pain showed on her face.
Did you faint?
Umm I don't know...
Does anything hurt?
My head is killing me, is it bleeding?
Have you eaten?
No.
Drunk much?
Umm no more than anyone else...
Hikenai examined the Lady Kit from toe to head, but she could find no evidence of any contusions. Nothing seemed amiss....yet, Kit was clearly weak, disoriented and clearly unable to care for herself at that particular time. It disturbed Hikenai that Kit's head was hurting for she knew the young woman had taken a serious wound in battle that day, as she had fought against the Scots. She felt perhaps Kitsada had gotten up too quickly from her sick bed, as women, strong in character, sometimes are often wont to do. Hikenai suspected this was the case, and that Kit merely had overdone it on the dance floor. Until she noted other symptoms linking Kit and Areth, she was satisfied these were two separate incidents. Hikenai stood from kneeling before Kit and placed her hand on Kelster's sleeve. Perhaps you can find Kitsada a bedroom nearby, where she would be more comfortable. Then one of my ladies can come to her, to assist her. There are two with me at this time, at the inn. Hikenai smiled for Kelster was acquainted with one, young lady Blythe, who accompanied Hikenai northward in the company of the retinue. The other was Lady Afton, an older friend of the family and companion at times to the Lady Hikenai. I believe I shall send for Blythe! She is from Egremont and accustomed to these cold winters!
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Wife to Kelster Wallace; Baroness of Hawkshead, Viscountess of Whitehaven; Goodbye my King!












































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..............














