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‘Drystan!’ I hissed, putting my lips close to the nearest wall. I was in the entrance hall of Millie’s farmhouse. I did not know if proximity to the wall would help him to hear me any better, but it seemed worth a try. I had to repeat his name several times before I could get his attention, so intent was he upon his argument with Millie.
What is it? he snapped at last.
‘We are missing one of our number, and the most dangerous one at that. We cannot begin until she’s found.’
Describe her.
I did that, painting as vivid a picture of Fenella as I had last seen her as I could.
Drystan went quiet for a while, to Millie’s delight, who began another song.
She is found, Drystan whispered to me. Dulcina of Moondance Cottage has sighted her traversing the cliff’s edge. It is thought that sh
