“What’s this, girl? What y’ done now?”
“The door, the door!” gabbled Oiechē. “Rurhdt, the door!”
Hardly able to move for terror, Rurhdt moved back towards the door as Oiechē’s father, Gern the miller, appeared in the doorway.
“What the hell’s this?”
Without thinking, the lad seized the miller, dragging him inside, before slamming the door shut and the solid beam into place. Oiechē’s hands shook as she pulled the bolts to and moved around locking the window shutters.
“I said what the hell’s this?” bellowed Gern.
“Oh, dad! We been up Braldhach Tor—”
At once Gern hammered his fist into Rurhdt’s face. “What’d I tell y’? Y’re never to take my daughter up there!” He strode over to Oiechē and slapped her hard with each hand. “And that’s for y’ to teach y’ some sense! What was y’ doin’ up t
