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A New Time (Elspeth Book 2)

A New Time (Elspeth Book 2)

Book summary

In 17th-century Scotland, Elspeth’s life is upended when accusations of witchcraft lead to her and her mother’s capture. Held in the tollbooth of Dornoch, Elspeth must summon her courage to escape and seek refuge at Arabels, all while danger looms and freedom seems just out of reach.

Excerpt from A New Time

Chapter 1

Gone are the autumn colors that painted the sky now. The only remembrance of my mother. What is left is darkness and the tinge of burnt wood. Bram and I sat in silence. My cheeks felt tight from tears that have dried, a reminder of a heart broken and whose finality will never heal.

I felt sickened. Not only because of what I had lost but bodily as well. Food didna appeal to me, but it should, for I havena eaten in two days. All I wanted to do was sit and think. Think of my parents and the good times we had. Those memories I feared would be forgotten, and that scared me. It’s all I have left of them. I had to remember. I didna want to forget. Would I forget their voices also? This is too hard to bear.

I hadna thought of what I should do or where I should go after I escaped. I just knew I had to ─ did I though? Did I do the right thing? Leavin’ Mother? I thought to myself.

Aye, ye did. Dinna worry yerself so.

Frozen in thought, I looked over at Bram.

“How did ye hear me?”

I can hear yer thoughts.

“I’m overwrought. That’s it. I’m not well. I’m hearin’ things I shouldna be hearin’.”

Elspeth, yer fine.

I started to panic.

Calm down! Yer fine.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled. “But why? What happened?”

I’ll tell ye later.

“But…”

Later, I promise.

I made a vow that no matter what, I wouldna forgive myself ─ ever.

Elspeth, dinna be so hard on yerself.

“I dinna think I’m goin’ to like ye bein’ able to hear my thoughts.” He just laughed.

We hadna moved from our spot. I couldna. Not yet. This was still my homeland and to leave it behind just didna feel right. Where was I to go from here? Where?

Elspeth?

I didna like hearin’ his voice in my head. It bothered me. On top of all that has happened, I have to deal wi’ this.

No. I thought to myself.

Elspeth are ye alright?

“No, I’m not alright!”

Next thing I knew I grabbed him by the chest and shook him. Shook him hard. I must have looked possessed. I felt possessed. My mind wild wi’ fear. I wasna ready to be on my own. Mother hadna taught me everythin’. Through tears, I screamed at him.

“I canna do this! Do ye hear? I canna. I-I’m not ready. I dinna know what I should be doin’ or where I should go!” I inhaled deeply and wi’ the realization, I exhaled. “Oh, Bram… I have no place to go. My home. I canna go… back… there.” My eyes searched for where home would be, but I couldna see it. It too, like everythin’ else… gone. “Oh, Goddess help me!” And sunk into his arms. A broken soul.

Ye will be wi’ me. I am yer home.

His words, though few, were a comfort. He spoke truth. I did have him. As for home, well, I’m not sure what he meant by that, but I didna care. I had him and that’s all that mattered.

After a good cry, I gathered my wits and asked, “Bram, where do we go from here?”

For a while, Bram stared out at the landscape before us. Deep in thought or so it would seem. His eyes turned to mine. Those emerald eyes, like jewels, wi’ bits of gold in them. It was hard to look away.

“What? Canna ye tell me?”

He took my hand in his. For a bird, he had such warm hands. Solid. Comfortin’.

I became drawn to him like none other.

“Bram…”

I leaned in. Closer. He didna move.

“Bram…”

Closer.

I dinna know what ye plan on doing to me, but I feel uncomfortable.

The shock made me back off. He spoke a sentence of fourteen words.

“I-I asked ye a question and I thought yer was goin’ to say somethin’.”

I’m not good at conversation.

“Ok, SO…WHERE…DO…WE…GO…FROM…HERE?” I spoke in louder tones.

I’m not deaf. I can hear.

“Bram, just tell me.”

I’m takin’ ye back to Arabel’s.

The thought of goin’ back there did not make me happy. I’m sure he had his reasons, but I had just come from there not too long ago and it was hard enough when my mother was wi’ me, it's goin’ to be even harder now.

“Why? I dinna think I can do this? Not yet. It’s too soon. Bram, I just came from there. It’s goin’ to stir memories that—”

It’s safe… for now. Trust me. Aye?

“I suppose, but still…” The thought of it made my stomach ache more. Strain from what I just endured and must continue ─ I felt anxious. Fear made me want to stay put. Too much change. My mind swirled wi’ possibilities of sorts. Scary possibilities of life alone. Not havin’ my possessions about me. Gone. Like everythin’ else.

“Bram, I canna do this. Please dinna, make me.” I shook from head to toe. It proved to be too much for me.

He took me in his arms once more and rocked me like a wee bairn. Bein’ in his arms, close, I felt safe. Protected. His arms were strong. He held me so tight. In my head, I heard him hummin’ a song. I didna know it, but it soothed my soul. I felt its calmin’ effects. We sat like that for the longest time.

We should go.

Chapter 2

The long journey had begun, but Bram was right. We needed to go. The longer we stayed, the sooner they would find us. I didna want that to happen. We started walkin’. The sun set low in the sky. A few more hours and daylight would be gone. My heart wasna in it. Every step seemed heavy. Slow and no amount of energy that I had would make me move faster. I sensed Bram wanted me to, but he understood my feelin’s. Our walk was quiet. We didna say anythin’ to each other. I didna even look around. My eyes stayed downward. Seein’ the same sights as my Mother and I had ─ I didna want to know what would happen. No, I knew what would happen. I’d see somethin’ that would bring back memories of her and I’d crumple to the ground. Unable to continue. I knew this, aye. My breath caught in my throat at the verra thought.

What’s wrong?

He came nearer. He knew. He just had to ask. His arm went around my shoulder. For some reason, this closeness… his arms around me and all… made me feel whole. I dinna understand it and I dinna think to question it. For now, I’ll enjoy it, for that’s the only pleasure I have.

Goin’ back to Arabel’s, though, was harder than I thought. The lazy slopes and hillsides that once were breath takin’ only reminded me of my loss. I struggled against this. Kept tellin’ myself I needed to do this for my safety. It’s what mother would… and Da, would have wanted. I stopped walking. Froze in my steps to a gloom that presented itself solidly within my heart.

“I canna do this, Bram. Not only walkin’ makes it harder, no horse, but I… we… mother and I had just traveled this way. I’m hungry and tired. I dinna think I can go any further. In fact, I know I canna.” I sat down on the dirt-trodden path and hung my head.

“I’m so tired, Bram. We hadna gone too far, but I feel as though we have walked two days.”

We’ll stop here. I know a place.

Bram got me to stand back up and took me up the hill. As it crested, I noticed an empty cottage. It had been forgotten for some time, for the roof, though thatched, needed repair, and the shutters on either side of the windows dangled precariously.

“How did ye come about findin’ this place?”

It’s mine.

I looked credulously at him. “Yers?”

Aye.

I still didna understand.

Elspeth, I was born a human.

It was too much for me to handle. Everythin’ grew softer and blurred around the edges until all turned black.

I awoke to the sounds of cracklin’ wood and the smell of smoke.

“Where am I?”

Remember my house. Ye fainted. Here…

I pushed myself up to a sittin’ position and saw what he presented me. Meat. Berries and cheese, not to mention a tankard of ale.

“Where did ye get all this?”

I told you, this is my house. Eat.

I took a bite of the meat, rabbit. Earthy, and verra tender.

Wi’ a mouthful of food I continued to question him.

“If this be yer house, why does it look so barren then?”

He looked as though he were laughin’ and he was. I heard it in my head.

I was imprisoned.

“For what?” And continued to stuff my face.

Practicing witchcraft.

I nearly dropped my food on the floor. Bram was like me, a witch.

“When did this happen?”

It’s been a while. Here let me show you.

He sat on the bed, next to me, and cupped my face wi’ his hands.

Close yer eyes. Think of nothin’

“It’s a wee bit hard.”

Elspeth. Do as I ask.

I did. Thoughts wanted to come in, but I fought them out and kept my head dark. Empty. My head felt tight as if something wrapped itself around it. I ignored it, but I didna like it.

Shh… dinna fight it.

Then, I saw him, Bram. A wee laddie.

He showed me his life, wi’ his family enjoyin’ each other as I did wi’ mine. They were so happy. He liked helpin’ his Father and his Mother was tiny, wi’ a twinkle in her eye. Bonnie. I could tell she loved Bram, especially how she would smile at him. Spent time wi’ him. They were verra close. Then, it went blank for a moment and the image changed. He was cryin’. Screamin’ their names. All went blank after that.

I backed away from his hands. “I dinna understand. What happened to them and why are ye a bird then?”

As he sat by the fire, his elbows rested on his knees. His dark hair fell forward, coverin’ what I suspected to be sadness. I swept some of it back and over his ear to see a low-spirited face.

“What is it, Bram?”

Like you, I escaped what my parents couldna.

“You mean you used a spell like me?”

Aye. Mine was to change into a bird.

“But why are still able to change back into it?”

It wasna meant to stay wi’ me. Somethin’ went wrong.

“But why canna ye use yer voice?”

Birds don’t talk.

“But that doesna make any sense. Ye should be able to talk when ye go back to your human form.”

I dinna know why. It’s not so bad.

After a while, I went on to say, “I should be callin’ ye by yer real name, not Bram.”

Bram is my name, middle. Alastair Bram Mackenzie.

“So, I got part of it right. Who’d of thought, aye? Alastair is Scottish for Alexander, no?”

It is.

I should tell ye that I’m from another time. Nineteen seventy-five to be exact.

My body froze. I got to thinkin’ about Arabel and wondered if he and she knew each other.

“Bram, do ye know Arabel, the lady where we’re headed to?”

Aye. We came here together.

I had to think this through. He speaks wi’ a Scottish burr, but he’s from the future.

“If ye are where ye say yer from, then why do ye talk like me?”

He laughed again. I was born here. Grew up as a wee lad.

“So, ye were all by yerself as a wee lad? That’s so sad. However, did ye manage?”

I did alright. Arabel found me.

“She took ye in and raised ye?”

Aye, that she did.

“But that doesna explain the future?”

We were talked about. Bein’ witches.

“So, the trouble started back then?”

It did. We were imprisoned. He got up and put a few more logs onto the fire and stoked it until the fire grew. I loved watching my Father do the same thing and watchin’ the wee bits of fire float up into the chimney. I used to pretend that they be fire fairies. This brought a smile to my face.

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