A long wooden stick speared through the air next to my head in a shadow.
"Did I hit it?" someone called from over the side.
They were talking. Loudly. Outside. The sound of voices would stir the Berkanos' bloodlust, and daylight or no, they would come running. It was said that they communicated telepathically and had no use for speaking, so if a human or witch did speak, it marked them as dinner.
I shook my head under Hendry's grip on my mouth. We had to get inside. Now.
But he stayed on top of me, shielding me, from whatever ridiculously stupid person had spoken.
There were more metallic clinks like footsteps, and then a weathered face surrounded by bushy white hair appeared over the edge. The rest of the man followed, and he carried a large bow in his hands with a quiver of arrows s
