They were both crumpled on the floor of a hut when they began to shake off the strange effects of the relocation. The surroundings were familiar to him; he’d been there before. The effect on Liffi was more devastating; she was staring in astonishment at the unkempt old woman who was grinning toothlessly at her.
“Jake!” she hissed. “Can you see her? She’s – s-she’s the image of my mother!”
s-“I can, and you know, I’ve been here with her before. When I first saw you in Warwick, I noticed the resemblance.”
The old seer’s grin grew wider as if she understood what they had said, but when she spoke, neither of them could understand her. The gesture to approach and sit on the sheepskin in front of her was clear enough. She pointed at Jake and uttered a torrent of incomprehensible words, frowne
