Chapter Three
Outside the largest of the Dwarf Hole caves, Marion watched the sun slide towards the horizon. Imelda had gone inside to check for vagabonds or animals.
Marion felt hungry and thirsty, frightened but resolved. Since their conversation earlier that day, Imelda had forbade her any bite to eat or sip to drink. It was part of the preparation, she had said. They had hurried to Scrafford bridge, Imelda insisting they reach the caves before sunset, still early at this time of year.
“Empty,” said Imelda, coming out. She then gently took hold of Marion’s chin. “Now remember, you must do exactly as I say, or the opportunity will pass.” She smiled, moving her hand to Marion’s cheek. “Don’t worry sweet thing. I will be with you.”
“You should be home looking after Clement and John.”
