Chapter Four
It was a tight squeeze. Cadoc’s shoulders brushed rock and dirt on either side, dislodging showers of grit. He walked half a dozen yards bent double, before the passage opened out. Cautiously, he stepped into a dark chamber and straightened to his full height. Leather shoes scuffed softly behind him, and then Larkspur came to stand at his side.
Cadoc raised the candle high. The barrow was larger than it had appeared from outside; the candlelight didn’t reach the far walls.
The air wasn’t stale. There was no whiff of decay. The chamber was neither cool nor warm, and smelled only of earth.
A stone casket sat squarely in the middle of the space. The casket was massive, taller than Cadoc, big enough for a draft horse. It was fashioned from a dense black stone that seemed to su
