ust twigs messed into nests. For soft covers Flora used olds bits of linen, which she tiedaround feathers she had found in the forest. The empty floors were meant for kitchens, leftempty except for a little pebble circle on the floor of each.She finished off the bed and held it up in her two hands, investigating it from allangles. Smiling, she leant over and gently slid the bed into the large hearth house. She gotunto her knees, took a dozen crows feathers out of her canvas bag and stuck them under oneknee. Her hand went back into the bag and fished around, using the other hand to hold itopen. She pulled out a bit of linen. Holding it up she
udged the size and then straightened itout on the stone floor using the palms of her hands. The feathers from under her knee were placed on top of the piece of linen and then folded carefully until she was satisfied with theshape. Using the fragile spikes of dried leaves of heather she pinned the open ends of thelinen shut into a rough square then she used her index and middle finger to test the softness of the µmattress¶. She smiled again as she placed it on the bed that she had slid into the house aminute before. Standing up from her knees she turned around to observe her handy work.In the far corner of the great hall, where the roof had fallen in, sunlight streamedthrough in beams across the floor and walls. She loved this light best as it reminded her of sunlight through clouds after a storm, feeling like a new beginning for her village.She walked over to the pile of rubble where she had left her shawl, picked it up and pulled it tight over her narrow shoulders. µNot spring yet,¶ she thought to herself, µPerfect.¶She returned her canvas bag to its hidey-hole; a loose stone in the hearth behind which shecould slide it, but not before checking over her shoulder to see that no-one was watching.