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Valerie Anand. The House Of Lanyon
The House of Lanyon. Valerie Anand
CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CHAPTER ONE. QUIET AND DIGNIFIED
CHAPTER TWO. SHAPING THE FUTURE
CHAPTER THREE. THE BUSINESS OF MARRIAGE
CHAPTER FOUR. ONE MAGICAL SUMMER
CHAPTER FIVE. UNTIMELY AUTUMN
CHAPTER SIX. THE LOCKES OF LYNMOUTH
CHAPTER SEVEN. FLIGHT
CHAPTER EIGHT. HUNTERS AND QUARRY
CHAPTER NINE. REARRANGING THE FUTURE
CHAPTER TEN. CLOUD BLOWING IN
CHAPTER ELEVEN. NEW BEGINNING
CHAPTER TWELVE. DEMISE OF A PIG
CHAPTER THIRTEEN. THE HOWL OF THE SHE-WOLF
CHAPTER FOURTEEN. HOPE AND FEAR
CHAPTER FIFTEEN. DEAD DRUNK ON A HALF-STARVED HORSE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN. HOUSEWARMING
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. ONE COMES, ONE GOES
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. DREAMS ARE SECRET
CHAPTER NINETEEN. A GOOD SENSE OF SMELL
CHAPTER TWENTY. ESTRANGEMENT
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. REBELLION
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. SHE-WOLF AND CUB
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE. OUT OF THE PAST
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR. LOVE AND DEATH
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE. A MATTER OF A DOWRY
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX. BOULDER
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN. THE RISING HOUSE OF LANYON
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT. WHIRLIGIG
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE. HEATHER, GORSE AND HENRY TUDOR
CHAPTER THIRTY. THE RED DRAGON
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE. FRIENDS UPON A BRIDGE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO. COMING HOME
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE. FOES UPON A BRIDGE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR. FALLING APART
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE. A SENSE OF ABSENCE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX. EXTRAORDINARY CHANGES
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN. PROPOSAL
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT. SETTLED IN LIFE
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE. TAVERN TALK
CHAPTER FORTY. KICKING A PEBBLE
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE. A DUTY TO LIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO. TOKEN
AUTHOR’S NOTE
ABOUT THIS GUIDE
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
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This book is dedicated, most affectionately and gratefully, to all members of the Exmoor Society, and in particular to the members of its London Area Branch.
CHAPTER ONE:QUIET AND DIGNIFIED
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“Father Bernard, you’re covered in mud!” Richard looked at the priest in distress. “You must brush it off. You must call at your house and put on something clean before the service. Can you find Roger here some dry things, too? He’s drenched to the knees. And Deb, oh Deb, I can’t be more grateful, but you’re wet through and shivering. Here!” He pulled off his cloak and threw it around her. “That’ll keep some warmth in. You can hardly strip your wet things off just here, so go home, Deb, run, to keep some heat in you, and put on dry things. We’ll wait for you in the churchyard. But you must get dry or you’ll take a chill. Go on—now!”
“I’m past the age for running and it’s over half a mile!” said Deb through chattering teeth as she wrung out her skirts and clutched the cloak to her. “But I’ll get home fast-like and see ’ee in the churchyard.” Holding her wet gown clear of the ground, she scurried off and Richard turned his attention to Betsy’s husband, Higg, who was flexing his right wrist and rubbing his hip, a pained expression on his seamed brown face. “What’s the matter, Higg? You’ve hurt yourself?”
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