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Chapter 796

Chapter 7 : The Great Outdoors

Ah, the great outdoors!

I hadn’t been outside of the house in days, not since I arrived. I took a huge breath as I hopped down the steps leading to the kitchen garden, letting the crisp, slightly chilly early spring air fill my lungs.

The first signs of the approaching warm weather were inching through the sodden earth around me. Piles of rotting snow bled into the garden, little tufts of green grass poking through the clumps of dirt-covered ice. I looked down at my reflection in a large puddle near the garden gate, tucking a few rogue curls behind my ears before I started forward, thankful I was wearing boots.

My boots squelched in the mud as I swung my basket. I smiled amiably at everyone I passed, although I didn’t get a smile in return. I was a newcomer, an outlander, someone who had yet to gain the trust of those who lived in the patchwork village surrounding Jared’s house.

A group of children, all boys by the looks of them, ran past me kicking a leather ball. One of them stopped to look at me, his playmates slamming into him in surprise.

“Hello,” I said cheerfully, giving them a wide, genuine smile. The boy leading the fray gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I’m Eliza,” I continued, wondering why they were staring at me like I was some rabid beast.

One of the littlest boys stepped in front of their leader, his chin jutting to the sky as he narrowed his dark brown gaze on mine.

I pursed my lips, furrowing my brow at him. “What?”

“Are you a witch?” he asked.

I scoffed, pretending to be thoroughly offended. “No,” I said slowly, taking a step toward them. They took a step back in unison. “I work in the laundry. I’m a seamstress.”

“Did a witch cast a spell on you?” asked another little boy. Some of them had relaxed a bit, losing the tension in their shoulders.

“I don’t believe so,” I replied. “Why? Is my skin turning green? Do I look like I’m about to turn into a rabbit?”

One of the boys giggled but was quickly shushed by his companions.

“Your hair looks cursed, like you’ll never be able to get a comb through it without breaking it,” said the smallest boy in the bunch, the same one who had called me a witch in the first place. “My ma says if I don’t brush my hair, the witches will turn it into a mess of tangled heather, and I’ll be ugly for the rest of my life.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise, but the response I was struggling to form was drowned out by a rush of giggles as the boys began to titter at me.

fun of my hair before, so I was used to it. It was wild and unruly, but I didn’t mind. Being

you demons!” came a deep

young, stout woman with thick blonde hair came out of her

faux terror, the sound broken up by frantic laughter as they scattered and disappeared into the woods. The woman huffed a breath, smoothing her apron over what looked to be an advanced

apologize,” she said sweetly. “One of those

and

me, I swear,” I said, looking towards the woods. “It’s nice to see children running around so freely. I come from a big family

do you now? Lots of little

a lot of cousins. I was

the job, but now

understanding her completely. The title of “Family Babysitter” had

finally in the upper echelons of the family,

left New Dianny, where I’d been staying with my brother George and his mate Joy, at least a week

new maid, then?” the woman asked, breaking

into a smile. “Eliza,” I said, extending my

hand. She had a

nice to meet you,” I said, shifting my empty basket to my other hip.

the distance. “It’s outside of the village, due south. Past the

sparring ring.

her over my shoulder. She’d gone back to sweeping her front porch, her eyes occasionally scanning the woods for the feral gaggle

Jared a hard time, but only a little. He had

had been the most fun I’d had

not to think about the heat burning behind his own eyes as I tried to assert my

shelter of the canopy of trees lining the village. Red buds dappled all of the branches, a promise of spring. I looked behind me, shocked at how far I’d

the only

patched in several places, and the porch was nothing more than a few boards held up by stilts. It looked rather unsafe to walk on, and I paused near the steps,

look like

healer’s house after all. I looked past the house into the forest, which stretched on and on, growing darker as the trees thickened.

of the forest. I heard the chiming of bells in the distance, and even…. No. I couldn’t have heard that. Soft whispers? A

moving deeper into the forest involuntarily. I dropped the basket, which