Chapter Four
Considering the nature of the portal, Hattie expected to find another town on the other side, or at least somewhere that might naturally be supposed to have a stone-built wall somewhere in its environs. She also assumed that the hour in Brewer’s Yard would largely reflect that of Faerie Proper.
Instead, she and Theodosius stepped into a deep twilight. After the bright sunlight of the courtyard, Hattie’s eyes took a little time to adjust, and she almost walked into a tree before she realised that she stood in the midst of an arbour of some kind.
‘Trees, Theo!’ she warned, though a muffled ouch from behind her suggested that her helpful warning had come slightly too late.
‘Thank you, Hat,’ grumbled Theodosius.
Hattie took a moment to look around. The dark silhouettes of con
