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Even though I’d told the children I had no reason to fear Lir, I still stood at the bottom of the cellar steps listening for a long while.
There was no hint of angry voices or whimper of distress coming from above.
What if Lir hurt the woman? It would be your fault, Ena. More blood on your hands.
I crept up the steps and peered around the front of the building.
The shining black horse still waited by the road.
“Hasn’t the man got anything better to do?” Finn whispered. “Should we crawl back in with the children?”
“We can’t let them think we’re afraid of him,” I said. “Why would they trust us to save the sorci if we’re afraid of their master?”
“It’s sick.”
“I just don’t understand it. He can’t actually own the whole valley, can he? The Guilds wouldn’t let one person own that muc
