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“Time spinners,” I said with a nod. “Yes, I know. I’m one of them.” “Not between this time and the next, Diana, but between this world and the next.” Marjorie gestured at the branch by my feet. “Life—and death. You can be in both worlds. That is why the rowan chose you, not the alder or the birch.” “We did wonder if this might be the case. You were able to conceive a wearh’s child, after all.” Goody Alsop looked at me intently. The blood had drained from my face. “What is it, Diana?” “The quinces. And the flowers.” My knees weakened again but I remained standing. “Mary Sidney’s shoe. And the oak tree in Madison.” “And the wearh,” Goody Alsop said softly, understanding without my tellin g her. “So many signs pointing to the truth.” A muffled thumping rose from outdoors. “He mustn’t k
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