Chapter 108
The early morning air was cold and misty, and I was glad of the cloak. It had been twenty years since I’d worn one, but with the sorts of things people wore nowadays, the Inverness tailor who’d made it for me had not found an order for a woolen cloak with a hood at all odd. I kept my eyes on the path. The crest of the hill had been invisible, wreathed in mist, when the car had left me on the road below. “Here?” the driver had said, peering dubiously out of his window at the deserted countryside. “Sure, mum?” “Yes,” I’d said, half-choked with terror. “This is the place.” “Aye?” He looked dubious, in spite of the large note I put in his hand. “D’ye want me to wait, mum? Or to come later, to fetch ye back?” I was sorely tempted to say yes. After all, what if I lost my nerve? At the momen
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