Elspeth was a big, plain girl, with wide hips and hands like washboards. But she was the innkeeper’s only child.
She refused all offers of marriage, and her father would not push her into anything she didn’t want, so she remained unwed.
During the worst winter in living memory, a handsome, clerkly looking man and his servant were snowbound in the village and spent some weeks at the humble inn. They rode away without a backward glance as the snowdrops pushed their noses out of the warming loan.
Elspeth smiled a secret smile.
In the autumn, she bore a son.