Chapter Eight
Tha’ Bess has a lion’s heart, an’ no mistake! Though between you an’ me, she could mayhap be a mite too confident. Well, Drig’s a goblin o’ stout heart too, an’ he were willin’ enough to help. But Grunewald ‘ad trusted Bess’s safety to him, an’ he were a touch worried. What manner o’ mess might she get ‘erself into, wi’ no help but his? So he sent word to me. Oh, I knew Drig, right enough! I know most fae as sets foot in Tilby, or near-abouts.
As fer Tatterfoal an ‘is rider, well! They kept up the mad antics fer three nights together, then vanished out o’ Lincolnshire fer a time. After that though, they was back, an’ the fog came in again wi’ them. Afore all o’ that — back in the summer a ways — we ‘ad the Piper harin’ about wi’ his merry musical band, tryin’ t’ uncover two
