I looked around that room. The woman sat on the table, hands grasping the edge and her face invisible in the dark. "I said that," she said in a familiar voice that I could not place.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Who are you?" she echoed.
"Were you at the Inn earlier?" I attempted to peer through the dark.
"I was at the Inn," the woman confirmed.
"Was that you I saw at the ford?" I tried to stand, but the bedding tangled maddeningly around my ankles.
"I was there if you were there," the woman said.
"What does that mean?" Freeing myself from the rug, I stumbled towards her. The floorboards were cold and gritty under my feet. I gasped as the menace coursing up my legs, through my thighs and thrusting inside me like an intrusive physical presence.
"Who are you?" I reached out to her and to
