![]() Surely, a little rest won’t be a problem.” ![]() Juliet dove her hands in the layers of her tattered skirts. She will beat you raw and turn you out into the snow to freeze if you don’t answer her summons.” The door opened and closed and Mary, her best friend, joined her smelling faintly of warm bread the girls had kneaded before the break of dawn. Sold into indenture, Juliet had no rights. No one, not even the judge who turned a blind eye to her pleadings, transporting them directly to a ship riding anchor in the Thames, and then dispatching them across the stormy Atlantic. Lady? She was far from that title now as it had been stripped from her at the time of her seizure. ![]() On a far-flung farmstead, the frontier…a murky, misty wild land of savages…had left an indefinable impression in Juliet’s mind. New snow piled on the mountains, bathing the land and, for a moment, in its silent beauty cleansed the horror that had brought her from England to this place. Feathery flakes scattered widely through the air and hovered downward with uncertain flight. Lady Juliet Faulkner finished chopping and stacking the wood on the porch, her breath crystallizing in white puffs. ![]() Hiawatha’s Wedding-Feast: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ![]()
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