them.â
âWell, some folk around here call them witchâs thimbles. A wise woman told Sarah to scatter the foxglove flower heads over the changelingâs body. Boil the flowers and feed it the boiled potion before leaving it in a barn overnight. The wise woman said come morning the real baby will be found in its cradle.â
Maggieâs eyes bulge in her head. âLeave it in a barn overnight for foxes and God knows what else to get at it?â
Jean adjusts baby Anna in her arms, the childâs head is tilted backwards, and her tiny lips press together like a rosebud. âWell, weâve no reason to trouble you about this little one; sheâs perfect and fast asleep for now.â The midwife holds out her arms.
âAye, for now, just the way I like her.â Maggie places the child within her cradle. âHave you seen this contraption? My Patrick made it out of some wood from an old table. It looks more like a pig trough!â
Jean chuckles and slaps one bony knee. âA pig trough maybe, but itâs a perfectly formed wee baby girl youâre placing inside. Count your blessings, lassie. How many babies die before they reach their first year? Near every month a poor mother buries a little one.â She places her hands together in a silent prayer. âAnyway, I must be off, Maggie. Itâs time I filled my belly with some oats. Iâll bring you some kale later to make some broth once Iâm fed and watered.â
Maggie thanks Jean and places a hand over her rumbling stomach and with a sinking heart she realises that sheâs low on peat and must scavenge for wood. After all, when all is said and done, she cannot boil broth without a fire.
***
After countless sleepless nights, in the sixth month of little Annaâs life, a marvellous thing happens: she sleeps through an entire night. And therefore a new wife awaits Patrick when he returns home. Once Maggie learns that Patrickâs on dry land, she dresses for the occasion with the utmost care. Her white shift is tight after the birth and clings to her curves. With her hair unbound, she loosens the laces at the front of the shift and smooths the material over her generous hips.
They make love till the break of dawn and it feels like their wedding night all over again. That morning, as she dresses near the fire, Maggie stares down at her thighs and notices several black bruises from the top of her thighs to the inside of her knees.
âLook at this, Patrick,â she points at the bruises.
âWhat?â
âLook at the bruises. You need to be gentler, Patrick,â she declares in a high pitched voice.
âI thought you liked it rough,â he replies, grabbing her around the neck and pulling her into a fierce embrace.
âStop it,â she demands.
He laughs. âFor better or worse, Maggie â you are mine.â
***
Maggieâs starving, her breasts are empty of milk, and the childâs not been fed for a good few hours. Outside she digs up a few kales, ignoring the childâs wails as she bends on dirty knees. Maggie takes a few leaves and jams them into her mouth, chewing the lot so that her cheeks bulge out and a quantity of green mush spills out onto her chin; she wipes it away with the back of her hand.
At the mouth of the Esk, Maggie gathers mussels. She loathes shellfish but when her belly rumbles sheâs not so fussy. Above and beyond, Anna needs feeding, and if Maggieâs not careful her milk will dry up. Without a doubt the child will need weaning soon, but Maggie darenât feed it floury pap yet, just in case it gets sickly. And so she collects a basket full of mussels and hurries home.
The following day Patrick returns and his face sun-tanned and covered in bristles. For once Maggie makes a real fuss of him; kissing his face and helping him carry in his nets and fishing gear. From the corner of her eyes she notices him looking her up and down, a frown
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