Word Usage Key is at the end. The brackets after a character e.g. CLAIRE (4 nc) indicates Claire is a character who is 4 years old and a character not encountered before. Ages of incomers are in Earth years at this point and of Folk in Castle years. (4 Folk yrs ≈ 5 Earth yrs. l is lunes, t is tenners.) There is a list of chapters and their significant characters at the bottom too.

1st of Chent Day 4

Gimlet and Leech crossed the moat and after negotiating the maze of pools went through the Gatherfield, where the Folk were enjoying themselfs(1) and Quarterday, to the incomer camp where Leech found the trail in two minutes after circling the camp on the far side from the Keep. The tracks were so obvious Gimlet had no trouble following them. Gimlet and Leech had spaken(2) to none on the way out, and none had spaken to them. Their absence from the competitions was understood, the word was out mongst(3) the Folk that the Way was being enforced. Even if the word had not been out of the rapists the Folk would have known something unusual was happening from their clothing which indicated a serious hunting trip which they considered to be of higher import than the competitions.

As usual, Leech was wearing his distinctive twin-tailed, russet, vaire(4) deep-hat(5) and Gimlet hers of pure white ermine, the black tipped tail fluttering in the breeze behind her.

“They must have some knowledge of horses. They’re moving faster than I believt(6) they could,” said Leech. “Still, that’s no reason why we should. Let them become tiren(7) and in hurt. I shouldn’t like to ride a dray horse bareback for long.” Gimlet knew Leech was conserving both themselfs and Charcoal and tired persons maekt(8) mistakes. They were craft hunters, and they hunted calmly and with reason. They both knew wrath and ire also maekt one make mistakes and there was no place in the working life of a hunter for either. They followed the trail at an easy pace, in a generally slightly south of east direction, for the rest of the day. They could see the aqueduct in the distance off to their right. They then knew the two incomers wouldn’t live long enough to return to the Keep, which was a relief. The men could harm none else.

The wind increased in the late afternoon, so they lowered the sides and backs of their hats for warmth which hid and protected the decorative tails from the wind. Two hours before sunset it had become bitterly cold, and Gimlet asked, “Ready to camp?”

Leech replied, “Yes, but let’s find somewhere better than this, so if they do try to return we aren’t catcht(9) asleep. That scrub over there,” he pointed to some stunted junipers, “would be good if we weren’t after men, but if they do backtrack they’ll head for the shelter. Tell you what, let’s leave Charcoal here to graze and check whether they are in there now. They might have backtrackt(10) and entert(11) from the far side if they seeën(12) nowhere to spend the night farther on. If they are we finish the matter and camp there. If not, we’ll turn off the trail to the river and camp there. It’s open there and the wind will be even worse in an hour or so, but there’s enough shelter for us and Charcoal. They won’t last more than ten minutes in it, certainly not long enough to reach us. That way we can sleep and be fresh for nextday.(13) We’ll arise three hours over truedawn,(14) eat and be on our way in an hour.”

Gimlet agreed, and they carefully checked the junipers, Gimlet going in front of Leech. She had one of the special arrows nocked(15) and the other in her belt. The arrows were slender with cylindrical heads no wider than the shafts. The heads had a multitude of small barbs and were designed for long range with minimum wind resistance. Leech had his hunting knife in his hand, a killing weapon a little longer than his forearm he kept sharp enough to shave with. He had, on more than one occasion, killed with it from ten strides. The entire Folk knew at that range he could pin a fly to a wall with it. He had also killed a bear with it at very close quarters and lived to tell the tale in the White Swan the following eve. The junipers were empty of human life, but they disturbed a sounder(16) of gris,(17) including a sow with a litter of small striped(18) grislings.(19) They left, and the sow returned to nurse her brood. Gimlet said, “Good hunting here. A bit far to come for a bit of meat the size of those grislings though.”

“I bethinkt(20) me that’s what we were here for,” said Leech, with a short dry laugh. They collected Charcoal and turned off the trail till they came to the wide but shallow, fast-flowing river, may hap three thousand strides from the trail. They camped in a slight depression in the lee of a small stand of stunted pines, yew and juniper scrub. Charcoal found a patch of grass in a sheltered place not far away and settled to graze. Leech collected some windfall wood and a pile of cones to start the fire with whilst Gimlet unpacked their equipment and some food before helping Leech to pitch the small tent.

They had seen a pack of wolfs earlier in the day, but they weren’t worried by them or any other predators. It was midsummer, and small game was plentiful. Predators would be fully fed, and experience had taught them to stay away from the Folk. She gave Charcoal some oats and turned her loose to continue grazing. If any predators approached she would give them warning aplenty. As they ate the sun loured and hoarfrost started to rime everything. They removed their outer garments inside the small tent and struggled into their bedrolls. They were both asleep in minutes.

1st of Chent Day 4

Lark was watching Seth, her new man, and Charles, their newly adopted dad, playing with her children at the Gather. They appeared to be just another typical Folk family, but how much their lifes(21) had changed in less than a day and a half. Lark was a thirty-two year old weaver with three children. It was only a few lunes since she had finally managed to move on after the loss of her man Wolverine to the fevers. Since then, she had become almost desperate to find a man because, despite family support, the difficulties of managing her craft and her children were increasing as the children grew older. She knew she was desperate: on the dock.

Things had become instantly easier once the children had a grandfather. She had met Charles at the grandparents meeting lastday(22) forenoon. He was a young sixty-nine, but she understood his old age hadn’t been good whence he came. She liekt(23) him enormously. He was a man with a dry understated sense of humour who was as happy to make fun of himself as any other. She had asked him to move in with them, but he hadn’t wished to impose on her family. The children, who within a minute of meeting him had behaved as if they had known him since their births, soon dealt with that. The three cries of, “Grandfa,(24) you have to,” had given him no choice. By the time he had been with them for a few hours, it had already become a satisfactory arrangement for them all.

Lasteve(25) she had gone to the dance in the Greathall, whilst Charles had looked after the children, which in itself had maekt her life easier, and she’d no longer felt as pressured into finding a man. She had met Seth who was the same age as herself. She didn’t understand how two strangers could understand each other so instinctively. Some other, she reflected, listening to their conversation would probably have thought they were spaeking(26) nonsense. They understood each other before they reached the end of their sentences, so neither had bothered to finish their sentences. She felt as if she had known him for a long time. He’d asked her of weaving whilst they had been dancing, and he’d been genuinely interested, so in turn she’d asked him of his craft now he had joined the Keep ingeniators.(27)

He hadn’t wished to explain what he did because he thought it would bore her, but she persisted, and he explained, “The details are complicated, but the idea is simple. I dry limestone or seashells, sometimes with clay, and grind them to a powder. I then mix them and heat them together. It makes what I call lime, or cement if the clay is added. The ingeniators call call them lime and hardset.”(28) It had never occurred to her to wonder where lime or hardset came from, and she had been rather impressed by the idea. That they were interested in each other they both knew, and Seth had explained, “I grew up in a bad place, and I became a bad young man. I spent a lot of my twenties in gaol where I learnt to read and write properly. Gaol is a place where they put people who break the rules in small chambers with metal bars on the casements and a locked door.

“I had a variety of meaningless jobs after I was released, but I learnt a lot by reading. That’s how I found out how to make lime and cement. I tried it, and it worked. I was planning on moving a long way away from where I had found myself in trouble to make sure I stayed out of trouble. Then I found I was on Castle, which is a longer move than the one I’d planned. It’s the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life. So here I am. I’m going to make a living out of something I just did to see if I could do it, and I’m looking for a wife to settle down with. Unlike you, I have never been married or had children before.”

They spent half of the eve dancing and the rest chatting and drinking the only slightly alcoholic rosé wine. Lark asked, “Where doet(29) you learn to dance, Seth?”

“I didn’t. I just watched other people earlier on. It didn’t seem difficult.”

Towards the end of the dance, Lark realised Seth was becoming more and more ill at ease and, for all his apparent confidence, he was rather shy, and he’d no idea how to take their relationship further. He had explained the single sex nature of gaols earlier, and she presumed he had little experience of women. Thinking of what she would have been prepared to do and say if she hadn’t met Charles she said, when dancing with Seth’s arm berount(30) her, “I came here with the intention of finding a man for myself and a father for my children, and I wish more children, Seth. Do I need to continue looking, or have I findt(31) what I came for?” Even in the dim light of the candles and the fires, she could see Seth was bright red with embarrassment. She moved even closer to him as they were dancing and said, “Let’s go home, Seth. The dance has servt(32) its purpose, and there are more interesting things to do.” They left the dance and held hands all the way back to Lark’s chambers.

“I’ve had the process of reaching agreement explained to me,” Seth had asked, “but are we really married now just because we both want to be?”

“Indeed yes. We could make an appearance if you like, but it is not necessary. Don’t do it for my benefit.”

“It makes no difference to me either. Will you marry me, Lark?”

“I already have, Seth!” Lark retorted, surprised.

“Yes, I know, but I’m supposed to ask, so you have the option to say no. That’s how it works where I come from.”

Lark stopped walking, and Seth turned to her to be kissed gently and telt,(33) “You are sweet, Seth. Yes, I shall marry you.”

She kissed him again, and they continued on their way to her, now their, chambers. When they arrived there Seth opened the door, picked Lark up and carried her over the threshold in what he regarded as the traditional manner under such circumstances. Astonished Lark asked, “What was that for, Seth?”

Seth explained, and she asked, “Are there any more of these lovely customs I should be aware of?”

“I don’t know, but I dare say you’ll learn at the appropriate time.”

That had been lasteve, and they had indeed discovered some of those more interesting things to do when they reached home. Braekfast(34) had been exciting for the children. Having a dad, as well as a granddad, put them high in the ranks of their peer group in terms of prestige. Seth and Charles liekt each other, and it appeared they had originally come from the same area. They were enjoying themselfs at the Gather, and their enjoyment was enhanced by enjoying it together as a family. Lark smiled, as the new men in her life effortlessly dealt with the antics of her children. Antics that would have driven her to distraction a mere two days since.

1st of Chent Day 4

Bruana and Noah had met at the dance the eve before and spent the night together. They finally reached agreement over braekfast and decided they weren’t interested in making an appearance later in the day. Noah was a thirty-seven year old deeyewire(35) brick and tile maker who had joined the builder crafters. Bruana was forty-two and a Mistress forester whose craft meant she was away from the Keep for substantial amounts of time. She was shortly leaving on a four lune tour that had been planned for nearly a year.

They had agreed they wished a family, and Bruana, who had lost her four children and Cricket her husband to the fevers, wished to be pregnant as soon as possible. They had decided in the meanwhile they would adopt. So Bruana could meet her obligations and take the tour they decided to adopt two older children, and they both wished two girls. They went to the infirmary and adopted Shirley, who was ten, and Kirsty, who was twelve. Shirley still had the bruises of past abuse and the mental scars that went with them, and when Bruana held her hand at the Gather was reluctant to let it go. She was weälgry(36) and desperate for love and care, and she spent a very happy hour cuddled on Noah’s lap before bed time.

Kirsty was still upset at losing her mum, but had always envied other children who had a dad. She was a leggy brunette who had just started on puberty, but despite her menarche she hadn’t yet started to fill out at all. She had telt Bruana she found becoming a woman a bit scary as she didn’t feel grown up and like a woman at all. Bruana smiled and said, “It happens slowly till after it is over, and then it seems as if it happent(37) overnight. Don’t worry, Love, your dad and I understand, and when I am away you will need to have spaech(38) with him. Does that bother you?”

Kirsty tried to remember, but none of her friends had ever mentioned spaeking of periods with their dads, or even of not doing so, and since two of her older friends had a father but no mother she thought they must have done. “No, he’s my dad, so that’s all right isn’t it?”

“Yes, of course it is because he loves you, and he does understand, but I can find a woman for you to have spaech with whilst I’m away if you like?”

Kirsty quickly replied, “No. Talking to a stranger would embarrass me. I’d rather talk to Dad, and Shirley too of course.”

1st of Chent Day4

Mint was twenty-two, but other than her highth(39) she looked like a girl with no bosom and the hips of a boy. Rowan her mum, still a slender woman, knew it bothered her, and though she had truthfully telt her many times, “I was similar at your age,” she knew Mint was still bothered by what she perceived as a lack of womanhood. Mint, who was a seamster,(40) crafted with Amethyst, and was still learning the older woman’s skills even though her apprenticeship to her was long over. Amethyst was almost entirely composed of bosom and hips, and she had the repartee of an outgoing experienced woman with many children and even more grandchildren, which didn’t help since Mint was shy and felt inadequate. She had never had a heartfriend,(41) and found it difficult to have spaech with men. Her unnerving silences meant they didn’t try to have spaech with her a second time.

Yew her father, whom she was very close to, had telt her, “When your age I was much afeart(42) I should never attract a wife. I was a little older than you when your mother decidet(43) I was worth taking a chance on, and she was worth awaiting. Your man will arrive, and you have probably known him for years without realising you wisht(44) him. Your mum and I had known each other since babehood(45) as you know. The man and the babes you wish will arrive, and though your mum and I both will to hold your children we don’t wish you to do aught rash that will ultimately make you unhappy.” He had kissed her and added, “You are a woman of the Folk, and your patience is requiert.”(46) Mint loved her mum, but her dad was able to see right into her heart, and his words had settled her in a way that her mother’s hadn’t.

Siskin, her eldest syskon(47) and their dad’s heir, had telt her, “Listen to Dad, he really understands, and though I really don’t like to admit it, of us all he loves you most.” Mint started to protest, but Siskin insisted, “No, it’s only fair because you love him more than the rest of us do, Mint.”

Gowned by Amethyst, Mint had gone to the dance the eve before because she knew her dad expected her to, and she was always happy to comply with his wishes. She had met incomer Kevin at the dance who telt her he was a year older than she, he was now a thatcher by craft and he had joined the builders. Kevin was besotted with her, and she realised her lack of bosom and hips was a riandet(48) to him because he wasn’t even aware of it. He simply desired and loved her as she was. She realised her dad was right, and Kevin was the man she wished to father her dad’s grandchildren. By the end of the eve she had Kevin desperate to father her dad’s grandchildren too. She spent the night with him enjoyably working on their first child, and in between times wondering how her dad could know so much of what she, a woman, would wish and need.

Kevin too was shy, and neither of them had ever maekt love before, but he was sweet and eager to please, and both were surprised by their lack of embarrassment with each other and overwhelmed at the intensity of the pleasure of loving. They decided they would make an appearance on one of the platforms for pre-agreed arrangements, and she felt happier than she had done since her first lunetime.(49) They had decided to celebrate their agreement by going to the Quarterday dinner and dance. Mint had said she would introduce him to her parents there, and Kevin was looking forward to meeting them.

1st of Chent Day 4

Oak the blacksmith was, as are many men who follow that craft, a huge man and immensely strong, but he looked curiously vulnerable as he stood at the front of the platform facing the assembled Folk. Every one knew why he was there holding hands with Lilly his ten year old orphaned daughter. He was a liekt and respected man, and all felt considerable sympathy for the man who had lost Rose, his wife of twelve years, to the fevers that had taken so many just over a year since. That he had loved Rose was indisputable, and his grief had been worsent(50) by the loss of their unbirtht(51) child with its mother.

It was also known by all that Lilly had lost two heartfriends to deadth,(52) the second to the same fevers that had taken her mother. Oak was thirty-five years old, though the last year had maekt him look ten years older. He coughed nervously and began to spaek(53) in a quiet voice that sounded as if it had no right to emerge from so large a man, “I am Oak Master smith. I have mournt(54) Rose as is proper, but now it is proper I look to the future. I need a wife, and Lilly will soon become a woman. A girl needs a mother at that time in her life.” Lilly was seen to squeeze his hand in encouragement. “I need a wife,” he repeated, “and I need a child to work the forge with me and after me. Lilly wishes brothers and sisters.”

He looked at Lilly who nodded to the crowd and softly said, “Yes, I wish a mum and brothers and sisters.” It was better she spake for herself for that was the custom of the Folk. He shrank into himself and looked as if he were wondering if he should say more, but it appeared he had finished.

Gareth deputy Master at arms stepped to the front of the platform and looked at Oak who nodded to him. Gareth spake the traditional words, “You have hearet(55) the words of Master smith Oak and of Lilly. If any wish to respond let them come and be hearet.”

There was movement in the crowd, and all turned to look for this was a serious matter that affected all. The smith was a good man and an intelligent, talented crafter who filled an important place in their world. It was expected he would be called to the Council soon. The matter of his successor would affect not just them but their successors too. A fair-haired, late-middle-aegt(56) woman pushed her way through the crowd towards the platform steps, and without waiting for spaech with the Master at arms staff she went up onto the platform. She was seen to be a slender though buxom woman of some highth. She announced, though most there recognised her, “I am Faith, a Mistress seamster. My man dien(57) at sea, and I have been a widow for some seven years. Master smith, I should like you to consider me. For though I am nearly twenty years your elder I am accountet(58) comely still. I never had any children, and my childbearing days are over, but I still know how to look after a man, and I would enjoy doing so. I ask of the youth of the incomers surely there is one mongst you who would wish parents and an honourable craft?”

She looked questioningly at the smith, who smiled in encouragement, and then at a knot of newfolk in the crowd. The crowd was silent with bated breath for this was high drama indeed. The Folk had expected the smith to marry a wife of childbearing age, and not a woman old enough to be his mother. Oak looked thoughtful. He looked to the crowd and the half dozen younger women at the base of the steps to the platform who had not been there in time to prevent Faith being considered first by the Master at arms’ staff. He smiled as he looked questioningly to Lilly who then held her hand out to Faith in acceptance. Faith moved to stand beside Oak who shyly put his arm berount her. Faith moved even closer to him.

Gareth announced, “That still leaves the matter of a child for Faith and Oak to apprentice to Oak,” he looked at Lilly and winked, “and a syskon for Lilly of course.”

There were sounds of quiet spaech mongst the incomers, the newfolk of just four days. They hadn’t been on Castle long enough to really understand the customs of the Folk and what was going on. Raoul, another assistant of the Master at arms, led a boy who looked eleven or so to the steps and up on to the platform. He was a dark haired boy of medium build who had some growing yet to do. He was clean and neatly dresst(59) in clean clothes that had seen better days, but his hollow cheeks and the ingrained dirt in his skin bore testimony to his previous poverty and worse circumstances. He appeared weälgry and looked at Faith, Oak and Lilly and then at Gareth. He was on the verge of tears, and said more to himself than any other, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell us what is in your heart and head, Son.” Gareth advised kindly. “You are new here. Tell us how it was for you before and how you would like it to be here and now, for as far as we know there is no going back. Start with your name, though you can chose a new one if you like.”

The boy sniffed and began, “My name is Jason. I don’t know who my father was. My mother had problems, and she didn’t even know who we were half the time. I am no good at anything, not even stealing enough food to eat. I have never had a job, nor any money to buy anything, not even food. Nobody seems to want me.” He stopped spaeking, gulped and continued, “I am scared.”

The crowd looked appalled. The Folk knew whencever it was the incomers came life was cheap, but still it shocked them. That any, least of all a child, should have to commit a capital offence to provide enough food to live produced a conflict beyond their ability to resolve. “Why are you aflait,(60) Jason?” Gareth asked him. “None here is going to hurt you.”

Jason looked at his feet and muttered, “The little girl,” he looked enviously at Lilly, “her family. I don’t think I’m good enough for them to want me. Nobody else wanted me.”

“Why does that matter to you, Jason? Mind, you are at Castle Quarterday now, and you must tell your whole tale. What do you will?”

Jason sobbed quietly, “I want a mum and a dad and just to be like other boys.”

After a few seconds, which felt like forever to those present, Oak went over to Jason and said, “Come with us, come home, Son,” and he led him to Faith and Lilly who both hugged Jason.

Gareth turned to the crowd. “It would appear our Master smith is going to be rather busy awhile organising his domestic arrangements, or is that having them organiest(61) for him?”

Oak and his family were smiling, and the crowd laughing when a new voice braekt(62) through the laughter with a wail, “But I wisht a mum and dad.”

None could see who was screaming from the middle of the crowd, but it was the voice of a young child. Gareth instructed, “Bring that child here.” A small boy, of some four or five years, who was weeping bitterly, was handed up onto the platform over the heads of the crowd by willing and careful hands.

“It’s Gem, the forester’s boy,” someone said. Gem’s mother had dien birthing along with her second child when Gem was eighteen lunes old. Shortly after that his father had been crushed by a tree that fell badly. Some said he had lost the will to live after his wife dien and he had become careless. Gem had been reared since then by Ellen his grandma who was now eighty years old, hard of hearing and almost blind.

“Who are you, Son? What do you wish to say? What do you wish?” Gareth said to Gem.

“I’m Gem. I wisht a mum and dad,” Gem sobbed, “but I couldn’t reach the front in time, and now he has them.”

Lilly said to her father and her mother of five minutes, “I’d like a younger brother too.”

Faith looked at Oak. Both nodded, and Faith said, “Yes.” Gareth led Gem over to Jason and Lilly, who both hugged him, and the three children started whispering together.

“If Ellen is willing,” Faith announced, “I shall have a care to her too. It is my right to have my mother with me, and I no longer have one. I’ve been alone too long, and the company of another woman will be well come.”

Oak who was known as a kind man just said, “As you will, Goodwife.”

Aaron the hermit, a man of power deep in Lord Yew’s counsels and one of his most important advisors, appeared on the platform. He whispered to Faith so only she could hear, “A gift, Mistress, spaek of it not.” Faith nodded, “A gifting of increase.” Aaron’s gifts were always unexpected, always beseemly,(63) if sometimes exotic, but it embarrassed him for them to be spaken of. Faith murmured her gratitude, though she wasn’t sure what Aaron’s words could possibly mean. Pregnancy for her wasn’t a possibility any longer. Her lunetimes had become erratic at the age of forty-three, and had ceased at the age of forty-eight which was five years over and over young for a folkbirtht(64) woman. Still, a gifting from Aaron of any sort was a kindth.(65)

Gareth looked to the crowd again. “It seems this Quarterday will be remembert(66) for a long time. If that concludes the matters of our smith he and his family can go home.”

None spake till Oak concluded his appearance with the ritual words of ending, “My gratitude to the Folk for listening.”

The new family went down the stairs and into the crowd, who spake words of congratulation and encouragement with many of the men slapping Oak on the back in companionable camaraderie. There were many women in the crowd who thought Faith had been favoured by luck, but she had taken her courage in her hands in hurrying to the platform to give herself the best chance of agreement with Oak. None thought it was wrong. It was the concern of Faith and Oak, and all had been done is strict accordance with the Way, not even the six women who had been interested in Oak envied her. They had seen Aaron spaek to her and knew he must have giftet(67) her marriage in some way. They also knew they would never discover any more of it. The general thought was Faith, Oak, Ellen and the children had solved each other’s problems in such a way that they deserved what ever happith(68) resulted.

1st of Chent Day 4

Ellen, Gem’s grandma, was at the back of the crowd, and she had recognised his screams. She was nearly frantic with worry, but as she could hardly see and her hearing was poor she couldn’t understand what was happening. Faith, who was seeking her, taekt(69) Oak, Lilly and the boys over towards Ellen. “Mother Ellen,” she addresst(70) the old woman, “we’ve things to explain to you.”

Ellen, recognising the implications of the mode of address, but not understanding how it could be was spaechless.(71) She was even more so when Oak, whose voice she recognised, said, “Mother, come and have lunch at the Gather with us.”

When Gem and another older sounding boy, whom she was sure she had never heard before, addresst her as Gran she was even more confused. Gem had telt Jason that was the proper way to address her now they were brothers. When Lilly asked, “May I sit next to you at lunch, Granny?” Ellen burst into tears.

Faith shooed Oak and the boys away telling Oak to find them a table and she, Mother and Lilly would be along in a minute or two. Lilly put her hand in Ellen’s, and it calmed the old woman. Faith explained the events at Oak’s appearance. Once Ellen had been telt the events she immediately understood the implications. “Oak is a good man, and he’s also a lucky man to have you to wife,” declared Ellen. “Daughter, Granddaughter,” Ellen was trying the words out. “I like the sound of it,” she declared. “I am lucky too.”

“No,” said Faith. “We are all lucky, but that’s because the Way means we all look after each other. Now let us go and see how able that son of yours is at providing us with a good table for lunch, Mother.”

The two women smiling at each other linked arms. Ellen was still holding Lilly’s hand as they set off after their menfolk.

Index of significant characters so far listed by Chapter

1 Introduction
2 Jacques de Saint d’Espéranche
3 The Folk and the Keep
4 Hwijje, Travisher, Will
5 Yew, Allan, Rowan,Siskin, Will, Thomas, Merle, Molly, Aaron, Gareth, Oak, Abigail, Milligan, Basil, Vinnek, Iris, Margæt, Gilla, Alsike, Alfalfa, Gibb, Happith, Kroïn, Mako, Pilot, Briar, Gosellyn, Gren, Hazel
6 Chaunter, Waxwing, Flame, João, Clansaver, Irune, Ceël, Barroo, Campion, Limpet, Vlæna, Xera, Rook, Falcon, Cwm, Sanderling, Aldeia, Catarina, Coast, Elixabete,
7Mercedes, Spoonbill
8 Lyllabette, Yoomarrianna
9 Helen, Duncan, Gosellyn, Eudes, Abigail
10 George/Gage, Iris, Waverley, Belinda
11 Marc/Marcy, Pol
12 George/Gage, Marcy, Freddy/Bittern, Weyland, Iris, Bling
13 Thomas, Will, Mercedes, Llyllabette, Yoomarrianna
14 Kyle, Thomas, Will, Angélique
15 Mercedes, Morgelle, Gorse, Thrift, George/Gage, Chris, Iris, Thrift, Campion
16 Bling
17 Waverley, Mr. E
18 George/Gage, Larch, Mari, Ford, Gorse, Morgelle, Luke, Erin
19 Will, Pilot, Yew, Geoge/Gage, Mari, Ford, Gosellyn, Cwm, Cerise, Filbert, Gareth, Duncan, Helen, Thomas, Iris, Plume, Campion, Pim, Rook, Falcon, João, Hare
20 Yew, Rowan, Will, Thomas, Siskin, Weir, Grayling, Willow
21 Brook, Harrier, Cherry, Abby, Selena, Borage, Sætwæn, Fiona, Fergal
22 Yew, Thomas, Hazel, Rowan, Gosellyn, Siskin, Will, Lianna, Duncan
23 Tench, Knawel, Claire, Oliver, Loosestrife, Bramling, George, Lyre, Janice, Kæn, Joan, Eric
24 Luke, Sanderling, Ursula, Gervaise, Mike, Spruce, Moss
25 Janet, Vincent, Douglas, Alec, Alice
26 Pearl, Merlin, Willow, Ella, Suki, Tull, Irena
27 Gina, Hardy, Lilac, Jessica, Teal, Anna
28 Bryony, Judith, Bronwen, Farsight
29 Muriel, Raquel, Grace
30 Catherine, Crane, Snipe, Winifred, Dominique, Ferdinand
31 Alma, Allan, Morris, Miranda
32 Dabchick, Nigel
33 Raquel, Thistle, Agrimony, Benjamin, Ian, Phœbe
34 Eleanor, Woad, Catherine, Crane
35 Muriel, Hail, Joan, Breve, Eric, Nell, Mayblossom, Judith, Storm
36 Selena,Sætwæn, Borage, Grace, Gatekeeper, Raquel, Thistle
37 Siân, Mackerel, Winifred, Obsidian
38 Carla, Petrel, Alkanet, Ferdinand
39 Dominique, Oxlip, Alma, Allan, Tress, Bryony
40 Agrimony, Benjamin, Ian, Ella, Kestrel, Judith, Storm
41 Ella, Kestrel, Tress, Bryony, Tunn, Whin, Plane
42 Weights & Measures and Sunrise & Sunset Times included in Ch 41
43 Ella, Kestrel, Serenity, Smile, Gwendoline, Rook, Tress, Bryony, Tunn, Whin, Plane, Sapphire, Mere
44 Pearl, Merlin, Rainbow, Perch, Joan, Breve, Truth, Rachael, Hedger, Ruby, Deepwater
45 Janet, Blackdyke, Janice, Kæn, Ursula, Oyster
46 Janet, Gina, Alastaire, Joan, Breve, Truth, Bræth, Mayblossom, Judith, Storm
47 The Squad, Mercedes, Fen, Judith, Storm, Iola, Alwydd, Heidi, Rock, Stephanie, Matthew
48 Bronwen, Forest, Opal, Spice, Vincent, Kathleen, Niall, Bluebell, Sophie
49 Janice, Kæn, Ursula, Oyster, Imogen, Wryneck, Phœbe, Knapps
50 Erin, Nightjar, Eleanor, Woad
51 Gina, Jonas, Janet, Gerald, Patrick, Tansy, Craig, Barret, Ryan
52 Constance, Rye, Bling, Bullace, Berry, Jimmy, Leveret, Rory, Shelagh, Silas
53 Rachael, Hedger, Eve, Gilla, Mallard, Fiona, Fergal, Tinder, Nightingale, Fran, Dyker
54 Pamela, Mullein, Patricia, Chestnut, Lavinia, Ophæn, Catherine, Crane
55 Susan, Kingfisher, Janet, Gina, Jonas, Ruth, Kilroy, Judith, Storm, Iola, Alwydd, Heidi, Rock, Stephanie, Matthew
56 Gina, Jonas, Patricia, Chestnut, The Squad, Hazel, Janet, Blackdyke, Swift, Clover, Vetch, Mangel, Clary, Brendan
57 Erin, Nightjar, Xera, Josephine, Wels, Michelle, Musk, Swansdown, Tenor
58 Timothy, Axel, Nectar, Waverley,Yvette, Whitebear, Firefly, Farsight, Janet, Blackdyke, Swift, Clover, Vetch
59 Lilac, Firefly, Farsight, Lucinda, Gimlet, Leech, Janet, Blackdyke
60 Douglas, Lunelight, Yvette, Whitebear, Thrift, Haw, Harebell, Goosander, Judith, Storm, Iola, Alwydd, Heidi, Rock, Stephanie, Matthew, Matilda, Evan, Heron
61 Brendan, Clary, Chloë, Apricot, Llyllabette, Yoomarrianna, Otis, Harry, Gimlet, Leech, Jodie

Word Usage Key

1 Themselfs, themselves.
2 Spaken, spoken.
3 Mongst, amongst.
4 Vaire or vair, glider or squirrel fur.
5 A deep-hat is a hat favoured by Folk who spend time in the open especially when the weather is poor, notably hunters and waggoners. It has sides and a back which can be tied up over the crown in better weather or dropped down to cover the ears and the neck. When lowered the sides and back fit on the outside of a fur coat collar preventing entry of snow or rain. It is a bad weather version of a Russian ushanka.
6 Believt, believed.
7 Tiren, tired.
8 Maekt, made.
9 Catcht, caught.
10 Backtrackt, backtracked.
11 Entert, entered.
12 Seeën, saw.
13 Nextday,
14 Truedawn,
15 Nocked, an arrow ready to draw in a bow with the bow string in the rear end of the arrow is said to be nocked.
16 Sounder, collective noun for a group of wild swine, usually related females and their young.
17 Gris, wild swine.
18 Sounder, collective noun for a group of wild swine, usually related females and their young.
19 Grislings, griskins, swinelts or piglets.
20 Bethinkt, thought.
21 Lifes, lives.
22 Lastday, yesterday.
23 Liekt, liked.
24 Grandfa, specifically maternal grandfather.
25 Lasteve, yesterday evening.
26 Spaeking, speaking.
27 Ingeniator, original form of engineer (civil).
28 Hardset, cement.
29. Doet, did pronounced dote.
30 Berount, around.
31 Findt, found.
32 Servt, served.
33 Telt, told.
34 Braekfast, breakfast
35 Deeyewire, Folk rendering of one who does DIY, do it yourself.
36 Weälgry, desperate for weäl,well being, or a better life.
37 Happent, happened.
38 Spaech, speech.
39 Highth, height.
40 Seamster, a seamstress specifically a needle worker, one who sews.
41 Heartfriend, a relationship of much more significance than being a girl- or boy-friend is on Earth. Oft such relationships are formed from as young as four and they are taken seriously by both children and adults. A child’s heartfriend is automatically one of their heartfriend’s parents’ children too, and a sibling to their heartfriend’s siblings. Such relationships rarely fail and are seen as precursors to becoming intendet and having agreement.
42 Afeart, afraid.
43 Decidet, decided.
44 Wisht, wished or wanted.
45 Babehood, technically of an age to be still nursed at the breast.
46 Requiert, required.
47 Syskon, sibling, plural syskonen.
48 Riandet, a matter of no significance.
49 First lunetime, menarche. Lunetime, menstruation.
50 Worsent, worsened.
51 Unbirtht, unborn.
52 Deadth, death.
53 Spaek, speak.
54 Mournt, mourned.
55 Hearet, heard.
56 Aegt, aged.
57 Dien, died.
58 Accountet, accounted.
59 Dresst, dressed.
60 Aflait, frightened.
61 Organiest, organised.
62 Braekt, broke.
63 Beseemly, in this context appropriate.
64 Folkbirtht, Folk born.
65 Kindth, kindness.
66 Remembert, remembered.
67 Giftet, in this context equivalent to blessed but without the religious connotations.
68 Happith, happiness.
69 Taekt, took.
70 Addresst, addressed.
71 Spaechless, speechless.