“Aye, that’s a good question. I expect those who did in Fulmen now sit on the land.”
Her shoulders stiffened as her hands fisted. Only minutes before she did not have a father, now outrage filled her on his behalf. “That’s wrong.”
“I agree. My concern wasn’t about land, but about my own blood, which you are. I came for you to take you back to your family. My son, Ronan, is a few years younger than you. You have a cousin, Brigid, who may be your age or a few months over. You have a family waiting for you in Galway. I have work to do for the university, but I’ll come for you when I’m done. It will be less than a month.”
A home, a family, someone near her age, her heart swelled with joy making Meara wondered if it could burst out of her chest. “I’ll be ready.” Truer words she’d never uttered.
Simon released her hand signaling the interview was over. She stood and looked at Mother Superior who made a slashing movement with her arm, which meant she should leave. Meara hurried to do so knowing she’d already broken several rules with her unruly tongue. If she could escape while Simon planned her trip perhaps, she’d escape punishment.
She stood for a moment outside the door listening for the sound of her uncle’s voice. “I’d like to see Sorcha’s grave.”
Her mother had a grave on the grounds this was news to her. Looking both ways to be sure she wouldn’t be seen, she rested her ear on the door to hear better.