Chapter Six
Beathan found Mor doing someone else’s work as usual and he pulled him aside roughly to tell him of Tristan’s order. The look of terror on Mor’s face was almost worth having the tag along with him. Almost, but not quite.
“We did it last time,” Mor whined. “Can’t someone else do it now?”
“Why don’t you go and say that to Tristan,” Beathan jeered. “I’m sure he’ll change his mind and let you go back to your hut and have a nice rest!” Mor looked agitated at this and then shook his head slowly in defeat.
“If someone has to go into the water again, it will be you this time,” he said, trying once more in that pitiful way he had of being forceful.
“Whatever you say,” Beathan agreed, knowing full well who would really be going into the water if it came to it.
They set out only min
