
The modern house of Norlaw lay under the three Eildons, with a little river below and a square, windowless castle at its side. Jenny, give the crying boy a piece and send him home. You step into this one-chapter preview with Marget at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The first stir of movement sounded above, too faint to name, and both women stopped to listen. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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