Looks like I’ll be posting from this for a while yet, maybe even long enough to find a cable for my external hard drive, or the hand written part of the story that I know I’ve seen somewhere.
This follows from last week’s snippet.
“Would you like to start from the beginning?” his host asked. “Perhaps with a cup of tea?”
Veren shook his head. “There’s no time.” Fear gripped him as he said it. He shouldn’t have left her alone. What if one of them…
“What is it, my son?”
Veren swallowed the lump in his throat. “Someone came into the courtyard. A woman from the Wilds. She’s answering a Call. I think it’s probably from the one they’ve been looking for. I know I should tell them, but I can’t… I can’t turn her over to them.”
“Where is she now?”
“I left her in the kitchen with a bowl of stew.” Brown eyes pleaded with the man in front of him. “Please, can you help her?”