"Now build a fire up," Kate ordered. "The fireplace is big enough to roast an ox."
There was something satisfyingly liberating about breaking up a stranger"s old furniture and throwing the fragments of wood on the fire. Flames roared up the flue, with the occasional lump of blazing soot coming in return.
"The lum"s up." Lorna said.
"Good." Kate laughed.
Once again, I could only agree. I faked my laughter to try and fit in.
Despite the house being old, it heated quickly. Kate was first to take off her coat, with the rest of us following suit.
"Should we not be on our way?" Charlie glanced out of the window. "We can still make the Shelter Stone before dark."
"I"m just getting comfortable," Kate said.
"I thought you wanted to be first up An Cailleach," Charlie said.
"I do."
"The lon
