Chapter Twelve

“ What's wrong with her?” Cephas asked from the door, a hand on his breeches, he had come to invite Hannah to ride with him.

“She’s growing her wisdom tooth,” Jasper said, seated beside her lying form, a scowl on her face, a hand on her left cheek.

Cephas made a face, “ Must hurt something fierce.”

“ Talking hurts.” she managed to say and closed her eyes, “ Am I not too old to be teething?” she groaned.

Cephas walked to her bed and sat at her foot, while Jasper made himself comfortable.

“ What are you? Seventeen? Eighteen summers?”

Hannah opened her eyes, sent him a look,

“ I am Twenty summers old, thank you very much.” He answered unperturbed.

“ Then you’re at the right age.”

She moaned and closed her eyes again,

“We’ve all been there, right Jasper?”

“Uh, yeah. Mine hurt for days, I was bed-ridden.” Hannah opened her eyes which were wide with shock,

“ Bed-ridden?”