She saw Lady Angerd and Simon come through the doorway. Erlend’s hand lay upon his knee, near her, and she could not take it—
“I must have speech with you,” said he eagerly, “we have not said a word to one another we should have said—”
“Come to mass in the Maria Church at Epiphany,” said Kristin quickly, as she rose and went to meet the others.
Lady Angerd showed herself most loving and careful of Kristin on the way home, and herself helped her to bed. With Simon she had no talk until the day after.
Then he said:
“How comes it that you bear messages betwixt this Erlend and Ingebjörg Filippusdatter? ’Tis not fit that you should meddle in the matter, if there be hidden dealings between them.”
“Most like there is naught in it,” said Kristin. “She is but a chatterer.”
“Methinks too,” said Simon, “you should have taken warning by what’s past and not trusted yourself out in the wild-wood paths alone with that magpie.” But Kristin reminded him hotly that it was not their fault they had strayed and lost themselves. Simon said no more.
The next day the Dyfrin folks took her back to the convent, before they themselves left for home.