“Did she curse thee much?”
“Ay,” she nodded again.
Hal smiled.
“Art afraid?” he enquired tenderly.
Anny looked up at him before she pulled his arm about her waist.
“Nay,” she said, “not while I have thee, Hal.”
He kissed her before he spoke again.
“I suppose Ben was plaguing her to meet the Coldlight and beg a keg?” he said.
Anny nodded again. Then she said quickly: “Come, lad, we must back to the Ship if company be expected.”
“Wouldst rather serve rum to the company than walk to the shore with me, lass?”