CHAPTER XVIIIIt was dark when we passed through Exeter Parva. So far as we could tell, there had been no pursuit; nevertheless I felt nervous and on edge, remembering what titanic forces were arrayed against us.
The elms and oaks and chestnuts whispered among themselves as we unloaded our gear and hauled it through the great iron-banded door to stack it in the empty hall. I was standing in the doorway looking at the dark groves and the moors beyond, when Marion touched my arm.
“Don’t jump like that, boy! I only wanted to ask what you’re gazing at so fiercely.”
“The trees. They’re like so many ghosts ... darling, I feel as though we’d walked into the dim and haunted past. This might be Glamis Castle itself.”
She seized my hand and for the first time in the whole adventure I knew she was
