Chapter Thirty-One: The Attack ContinuesIt was black inside the mill, and cool. Luis dropped to his haunches, leaned against the door well and gave himself a moment, mouth open to hear more clearly, straining to pick up any clue that someone, anyone, lurked within the gloom.
Within a few minutes, his eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light and he could make out the bed. A face, turned towards him, a grey, ghostly visage. He took a sharp breath, recognising the squalid figure, draped in a black cowl. “Father Brialles!”
The priest emerged from the depths of the darkness, holding up his hand as if in warning, “Shush, Luis, they are here.” He pointed upwards.
Luis stepped up to him and craned his neck. He could just make out the beginnings of a spiral staircase that ran up to the top floo
