Chapter ONE - Weebly

They should fit you. Get yourself changed. I want to
know what happened tonight.”
Ethan knew better than to argue. He limped to the
back room and found an old chest filled with men’s
clothes, all of them far nicer—and no doubt far more
expensive—than anything he owned. He rummaged
through the chest until he found what had to be the
oldest, most threadbare shirt and breeches John Harper
had owned. He stripped off his wet clothes and put
these on. The breeches were too long for him, though
they fit around his middle, and he had to roll back the
shirtsleeves. But putting on the dry clothes made him
feel far better. He returned to the sitting room, arranged
his damp clothes before the hearth, and took a seat
beside the fire. Soon, he had stopped shivering.
Elli had already settled into a chair by the hearth.
She held a cup of steaming tea in one hand and was
stroking Holin’s wheat-colored hair with the other. As
Ethan sat, she straightened a bit in her chair. A second
cup of tea sat on a small table beside him. Elli pointed
to it.
“Thank you,” he said, picking up the cup and