CHAPTER 8
George straightened up and looked around the large room built back into the mountainside by the rock-wights. Things seemed to be in order. Rhodri and he had been unpacking books and instruments since early morning, while Rhian took charge of the Sunday hound exercise.
George had arranged the books by subject matter on the shelves. They were mostly empty, but George expected them to fill rapidly as the rock-wights began requesting more.
They could hear the sound of voices outside as the other fae arrived.
“Here, come help me,” George said. He’d decided to throw a cloth over the instruments and their associated books to make a surprise gift of them at the end, and the two of them cloaked those items to keep them inconspicuously out of the way.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t
