Catherine Coulter - Medieval Song 06 by The Penwyth Curse

Author:The Penwyth Curse [Curse, The Penwyth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2012-02-05T11:19:59+00:00

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Once Merryn had settled beside Bishop, both sitting atop the flattened tent, she said, “Can you tell me why we’re here yet?”

“Did I tell you that your hair is redder now than it was this morning?” She touched her fingers to her hair. “No, you didn’t. That isn’t possible, Bishop.” He said nothing, merely lay back against the cave wall, folded his arms behind his head, and stared at the cave ceiling. “It’s true.” Even in the dim light he saw flames dancing around her head. I’m going mad, there’s nothing else for me to do.

The fire was burning down, but the warmth didn’t diminish at all. The air was still, calm, warm. Bishop looked at the opposite cave wall, at the faint shadows cast there by the fire. As he watched, one of the shadows suddenly seemed to spread, darken, and grow larger. Merryn didn’t notice. She was drawing Penwyth Castle in the fine sand with a stick. She didn’t seem to notice anything at all. But Fearless did.

He was nodding at that shadow.

Bishop couldn’t look away from it. The shadow was shifting, darkening here, lightening there, until it became a man. A man , he thought. It was a man, nothing else. Then it shifted again, twisting back on itself, and was only a shadow again, falling into strange forms like clouds in a summer sky.

But it was more than a simple shadow. He said nothing to Merryn. He didn’t want her to be frightened.

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