Quotes About Hild

Hild fetched a lump of grey salt for Mildburh and mortar and pestle to crush it in. She loved the gritty crunch and thump under her hand. It sounded like a cat eating a bird.

Hild," he said. "Now I know that name. You are in the lady Breguswith's dream, the jewel that will light my way.

Hild put together her information like a broken redcrest pavement and pondered the picture.

Hild's dreams of birds stolen from their nests by stoats became so evil Onnen threatened to stuff her ears with tallow and threatened to find another sleeping place.

Hild, always visible, always watched, settled an attentive look on her face and drifted away into the music still cycling through her head. Cool, clear, endless as the sky. Perhaps it would help with any cleansing to come.

If she's to guide kings she'll need subtlety, and all the Anglisic know is blade and blood and boast." Hild said in Irish, "You have not met my mother.

Her sister wanted to cry, but she was a woman grown. No one must see her tears, not even her women, for fear of bringing shame on the family name. There was nothing Hild could do. This was Hereswith's wyrd; it had been since Cwenburh's death.

Hild was recognized: a tall maid with fathomless eyes, a very big knife and the pig's blood still on her skirts.

The priests had had a network before Paulinus unraveled it. Hild would reweave it, to her own purpose.

While Begu slept Hild lay awake, hungry and restless and savage.

Hild remembered her mother's words exactly-the light of the world must remember everything.

The healing bite on his jaw darkened very slightly; he leapt in the air, sword high, but Hild wasn't there when he landed.

Hild forgot about the princess's eyes when she saw the beads: seventy-three faced carnelians.

Hild stood cloakless, impervious to the chill. It fed the legend-the main who felt nothing.