He followed a corridor which led to an enormous room, reminding Martin of an ancient feasting hall, where long tables were prepared for a banquet. All the places were set, with wine goblets, platters and knives. A candelabrum occupied the centre of each table.
He stared at the elaborate arrangements in amazement. Were the gentry from every Celtic nation coming to feast at Pen Crags? How otherwise could all this be explained?
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Abby watched television. She glanced at the clock, which showed six-thirty. She was starting to get annoyed. Martin had promised to be back with a takeaway at six, so they could eat and catch a movie at eight. It was too late now for the cinema, but there was still time to go out for a drink. She settled down to watch the next programme. If he wasn"t back by s
