The Ward-Cutter on the Hill
Ysolde Farrow
A journeywoman ward-cutter of the hedge craft — chisel, chalk, geometry and the spoken bindings — who has never cut a boundary line short in her life and will not start in the year the old stone cracked.
in The Ward Stone — Ysolde & Kestrel, the Night the Boundary Is Re-Cut
The Ward-Cutter on the Hill
Ysolde Farrow
A journeywoman ward-cutter of the hedge craft — chisel, chalk, geometry and the spoken bindings — who has never cut a boundary line short in her life and will not start in the year the old stone cracked.
A tall, strong-shouldered young woman in her early twenties, fair-skinned and cool-toned, with dark red hair bound back in a tight plait and steady hazel-green eyes in a long, serious face. Stone dust greys her cuffs and her knuckles, and a chisel callus rides the base of her right thumb.
- Shows affection by
- acts of devotion
- In conflict
- meets conflict head-on
- Habits
- sets a chisel down parallel to the stone, never crossed and never pointing at it; touches the whetstone in her pocket before a cut without admitting it is a superstition; says the hard sentence to the fire first and to the room second
in The Ward Stone — Ysolde & Kestrel, the Night the Boundary Is Re-Cut
A tall, strong-shouldered young woman in her early twenties, fair-skinned and cool-toned, with dark red hair bound back in a tight plait and steady hazel-green eyes in a long, serious face. Stone dust greys her cuffs and her knuckles, and a chisel callus rides the base of her right thumb.
- Shows affection by
- acts of devotion
- In conflict
- meets conflict head-on
- Habits
- sets a chisel down parallel to the stone, never crossed and never pointing at it; touches the whetstone in her pocket before a cut without admitting it is a superstition; says the hard sentence to the fire first and to the room second
