Chapter Ten
‘Yer a mite too big for stealth,’ Bess observed, looking up and up at the troll. ‘I dunnot suppose Grunewald means to return just yet, but he will soon know yer here if he does.’
Balligumph grinned. ‘I ‘ave folk on the watch fer ‘im,’ he said comfortably. ‘Your Grunewald, that is. The real one is snug at Somerdale wi’ Mrs Isabel. Mighty concerned wi’ your well-bein’, he is.’
Bessie thought this unlikely, and said so.
‘Tis the truth!’ Balligumph protested. ‘We ‘ad to restrain ‘im, near enough, to prevent ‘im from ridin’ straight over here, fog an’ darkness notwithstandin’, an’ bringin’ you out at once.’
‘By this I am to collect that you’re in favour o’ my stayin’ put.’
‘Aye. Ye’ve yer wits about ye, an’ I’ll not lie. We need someone to keep an eye on this Grunewald-lookali
