A betraying moon cast pale light over a scene of haunting desolation, with rough heather moorland between long patches of sucking bog and the occasional stunted tree. A hunting owl called, reminding me of my own Lethan Valley and I felt suddenly homesick for the sweet grass and friendliness of home.
Mother would be worried silly for me and Father would have called up the men of the Lethan to scour the Border for the Yorling. He would not know that I had been abducted by Wild Will and then escaped, to wander the wastes of Tarras with this man who was not ugly at all.
"Wait!" The man who was not ugly put a quiet hand on the nose of my horse.
I waited without question.
"Dismount."
I dismounted, wincing at the pain that stretching some tender parts of me caused. Hugh pulled his horse to l
