21. Witching HourCait sat on the hard little bed in Hellen's room on Islagray. Somehow she'd imagined grander surroundings: ornate furniture, shelves full of books and treasures. Glass spheres and brass oil burners and skulls and witchy paraphernalia. Instead the room was small and more or less square, with a door and a couple of windows. A log fire glowed in one corner, filling the room with a welcome warmth. A star-shaped lamp dangled by a silver chain from the oak beam over the bed. Cobwebs had been left to festoon the corners of the ceiling.
She, Fer, Hellen, Ashen, Ran, Danny, Johnny and Lugg were squeezed inside the room, the three witches and Ashen on the bed, Johnny lounging in Hellen's wooden chair by her desk, and the others sitting on the floor. They'd arrived at the Isle on Sm
