TWENTY-TWO
The tiny rock island Rudolf rowed up to looked like nobody lived on it – let alone some powerful witch.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Rudolf grumbled, forcing his frustration into each stroke of his oars.
"Absolutely," Lewis replied, settling contentedly in his seat. Of course he was content. He didn't have to row.
"How do you intend to find your witch?"
"No need, son. She will find us. Unless I miss my guess, she already knows we are here. The real challenge will be persuading her not to set fire to our boots. Or the boat." Lewis eyed the gunwales. "I hope you can swim."
Cursing Lewis for a fool, nevertheless Rudolf brought the boat up to shore and beached it. He waited for Lewis to climb out before dragging the coracle up beyond the high tide line. This time, his w
